Sky parchment writings by Vivian and Lance

of wingless flutter and a summer wind

 

painted kites with tails of cotton sheets

skip among drifting

clouds

 

small town children, barefooted, tug

on string attached to

 

wood framed airships, green eyes as

to watch like Catis eye

marbles

 

spun off of fingers with knees buried

‘round a sandy circle

 

smell of twisted hemp on hands gets

lost in lake

water

 

calls by parents echo off in a distance

as swimming trunks

 

stay wet, dripping bodies run home

late through neighbor’s

backyards

 

little Tommy thinking it can’t be time

to take a

 

bath, just a waste of water for a

little gunk left

behind

 

my ears, surely parents to believe

Rover ate my homework

 

and send me straight to bed

meanwhile Sally worries

about old

 

Mr McElroy’s yard with a bear of a

guard barking and

 

carrying on, “Hoot” goes the owl,

now escalating the

pace

 

all of us children now wishing

we were already home

 

as the roar of thunder from a

distant storm rolls

in

 

safely being tucked in under

the covers with

 

Mommy and Daddy in the next

room…

 

Copyright 08/08/2013

Vivian Locastro Dawson & Lance Sheridan

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