A phone project by Matt Roberts, Terri Witek and Michael Branton invites you to refurbish an urban space by activating a floating garden of 7-word dreams . Below are some dreams sent in by previous participants. Follow this link for instruction on how to visit the Orlando Garden at Art In Odd Places.
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The glass flower’s pistil gleams, mapping thinly.
Patches of yellow gather for your love.
I leaned into her and surrendered.
My favorite pillows are fluffy white clouds.
Blue skies dripping away as night blazes.
Masquerading as a Jedi, wielding my lightsaber.
Wading through tides on the velvet sea.
We share a virus by thoughts shared
Minotaur stalks kittens in darkness, quick run!
Boston, a bemused observer.
Wings flap, here and there, for bread.
You found me at the end, loved.
Jumped off a cliff and sprouted wings.
You carved my initial into your oak.
Wannabe corporate clones making apps for falsities
Words without sounds fall into our mouths
Wearing mask filtering the contact of shame
Conjoined twins falling from strange vapor clouds
I wait for nothing to change us