I do not know what it might mean that my husband and I both have dreams of bears. Black bears and polar bears and grizzly bears. This is the time of year the black bears come out of hibernation. It begs the question about the polar bear constitution... do they hibernate? If so, where? But these are dream bears. For whatever reason they want our spot in bed. For whatever reason, they come down the choir loft stairs. For whatever reason, we shove them out the door. Bears.
This is the time
The bears wake up.
We have both had dreams
Of bears.
They growl and push us
Out of bed.
They lumber down
From the choir loft.
We have shoved them
Out the door,
Called in game wardens
To tell them
To leave.
Bear dreams.
This is not just the time
Everything greens again.
It seems this is also the time
The bears wake up.
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