Thomas Doty – Storyteller


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On a lazy Indian summer day I lie under the sycamore trees in Lithia Park, drifting toward dreams of green and brown leaves against a blue sky ... the stuff poems are made of. A breeze scrapes the tops of the trees together and leaves drop one by one.

Many cultures call the time of stories and songs "Dreamtime" because the images the words create are like the images of dreams. The Mexican poet Octavio Paz, when he was ready to take a nap, hung a sign on his door: "The Poet is Working."

Under the sycamore trees, drifting toward dreams, these words fall out of the sky and into a poem.