Dots

Bored,
I noiselessly tap the surface
of a piece of paper
with a pen
and follow
a trail
of tiny
dots.

(I wonder what my non-representational drawings represent?)

I had a dream last night:
I heard noises in the front yard
(in the dream it seems I had a house with a front yard)
there were people there
bent over doing something
I turned on a bright spotlight
and pointed a gun
there were people there
looking as if they'd just
stepped out of a painting by
George Tooker
I recognized them as my
gardeners
(I also had gardeners in the country of dreams)
I apologized and went back inside.
In dreams,
I guess,
you don't ask
why anyone would
be gardening at
midnight.