A strange dream last night –

We’re sitting beneath

a glass ceiling.

Outside and overhead

birds gather.

Looking up, I see

bird poop falling like snowflakes from on high.

I say, “Oh look, bird poo.”

In the dream this was a play on,

“Oh look, Bordeaux.”

Interpretations, anyone?

Let those symbols speak!

                                                                                                                                JDG