The Red River Valley basin
never had water that high
there was never a cat fish on
our living room door
and even though the lamp
was reflected I never noticed.
The door may have been old
but the lines were straight
and there was never water
leaking under it metaphorically
or as literal fact.
So my drawing of all those things
was like a poem, sometimes it is
an effort to make you laugh or
an effort to make you see things differently
except to say that the metaphor
of all these things did satisfy.
So maybe I do not know myself
and it was as real as
any dream, the way you really have to
decide whether or not to go through
the surrealist door.