Jay & Ray: Poetry in Motion

To The Woman of My Dreams [Jeremey C. Watson]


Her name was a faint echo.
Was it the gusty wind or the autumnal breeze.
She left.
Sage bronze and gold adorned her attire.
The air was dry.
No recollection.


To the man of my dreams [Rachael L. Altman]


I can’t remember your name.
Maybe it began with R or S.
We danced.
You wore a blue shirt.
The night was a bit fuzzy.
I think.