Sandra Osborne - Brass Copper Monkeys

Brass
copper monkeys
fly at my eyes
in the moonlight,
where I sometimes walk
with my shadow.

And there are times
when I feel
like all of the images
of my world
are just clay figures
fired upon
some insane furnace,
where all of my dreams
are made real.

Sandra Osborne

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