The Sunrise Dream
- David M. Alper
- 4 days ago
- 1 min read
Updated: 3 days ago

The dark summer clouds are roaring and hanging.
She dreamed again of the white-walled room that
awaited the painted carpet. Spent hours with him.
August shivers from the window; the smell
of salted fish and the sound of frigates blowing their
horns out to sea. Then as he quieted his paintbrush
he realized that the suitcase propped open in his
room was nothing but a bed chair and the flickering
of curtains swirling in the warm air. Birds
in silhouetted lace mound corridors capture prey
with pointed beaks and wings. The sun rises dimly,
disconcertingly. They drove the sun out of the sea
so that its canvas was warmed by its heat and
its slender strokes in the sunrise dream saw no twin.
David M. Alper is a high school AP English teacher in New York City, residing in Manhattan. His work appears in Variant Literature, The McNeese Review, Oxford Magazine, and elsewhere.
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