DPF / Woloch

Another dream. Today, I dream of my daughter, who woke to thirteen, turned teen overnight.

from Postcard to I. Kaminsky from a Dream at the Edge of the Sea / by Cecilia Woloch

I was leaving a country of rain for a country of apples. I hadn’t much time.

DPF / Orr

From Gathering the Bones Together, 1975. More at:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/gregory-orr

from From That Moment / by Gregory Orr

From that moment he breathes more carefully,
like a man who has swallowed a cloud.