Joan Page-Durante

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I Used to Dream of Men With Pretty Faces

I used to dream of men with pretty faces
Rescue, redemption, rejection were frequent themes
There was heat in these encounters
Always transient,
Like the fullness of the leaves in spring
Now, in the autumn of my life
I dream different dreams,
Cooler dreams
Dreams that elude remembering
And mimic my waking hours
I make no judgment
As dreams require no decree, no assignation
Still, I wonder
Do dreams know the season?
Do they know my age?

Joan Page-Durante has been writing poetry since the age of 16 although the angst of adolescence has been replaced with a kind of seasoned cynical optimism and a whole lot of gratitude.