her song for sleepless children


the thinner spectre of the two,

pale and serene and half in shadow,

from the creases of the curtain,

floats a plaintive lullaby –

her song for sleepless children.

“this plastic fort for a painted cowboy,

this tepee for a brave.

this mountain range of books to read

‘The Kid took the reins and the pony began…’

this blanket for a story

at the fire side.”

and, in the ether, crudely drawn 

crayoned stars; torn saturns turn

and the man in and the men on

the moon – and on the landing, gleam

in the length of light 

brightening the bedroom door,

pausing and then leaning in, 

he says, 


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