a round white dinner plate

trimmed in blue scallops

with blue daisies circling the rim, 

a silver fork just off center.

I saw it in my dream last night. 

Someone, who I knew 

in dreamland, knocked at my door.

When I let her in, she carried

that plate with a fork to a small desk

and sat it down. A simple still life.

I listened, mystified, as she talked 

not about food nor plates, no clues,

and I so perplexed that I didn’t ask.

But this morning, that beautiful plate 

white/blue against desk brown.