Mandolyn Davidson


a dream of white noise, turned blue


the layers of sleep
were wrapping me deep
last night
no rolling around
or jumping up
half way through
to walk off a toe cramp, a calf cramp
a nightmare starting with R
ending with ability

the swing of things are
calling me, to get back in line
yawn like i mean it this time
roll my ankle while i
feed two boys the same grilled cheese
eat the crust
because i must remember
how it was when we were poor-

when i was young,
it was decided for me
my arms were open then
my legs soared upwards in a tire swing
oak trees were a better friend than
nap time-
time-out took my hand
and carried me through
violin shaped clouds- the sound
of a box fan
calms my troubled heart now

that
and a five minute song

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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