How to Dream in a Foreign Language by Steve Klepetar

Speak with an accent,
as if your tongue had been soaked
in vinegar, as if your teeth
had been nibbling ice and cheese.

Roll on the surface of this bed
like a clown sweeping a puddle of light.

Play a folk tune on the violin
as the old couple dances in the living room.

Collect smooth white pebbles
by a small pond
where children search for salamanders,
the ones glowing red in late summer grass.



Steve Klepetar lives in the Berkshires in Massachusetts. Recent poems appear in Verse-Virtual, Midlothien Poetry Review, and One Sentence Poems.