Northern forest without any flags
Or women
Where women are like flags, but
There are no summits
For either of them to start out
And to arise:
Just a forest of absurd and devil
Worshiping Indians,
And no roads over that wilderness:
And no roads in the sky:
In fact nothing here evaporates:
The climates of the shoals keep their
Armor,
The grottos keep the advertisings of
Their ilk,
No mermaids- no sea horses-
The green atolls are only mirages,
And beyond them, not a single wave:
But the forest
That sleeps alone except for the Indians
Who sleep inside of her
Whose dreams no one ever told.
Robert Rorabeck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-indians-who-sleep-inside-of-her/
