Emma had a Monet dream


By Lori McGinn

I heard today the older you get the less you dream
I started taking more vitamin b12 under the tongue
I started closing my inner ears
Wearing shades indoors

We are watching the water roll round the drain
It goes round and round
Like the song we always sing that is the same

The wheels on the bus go round and round
The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish
The animals on the bus go up and down
All over this town

Our morning glories used to climb up string webs
Custard tummies full bloom, dreaming
Cradling the Prussian blue sky

When I dreamed
Red fire was a verb on my tongue
Green streams cleansed me like forgiveness
For the first time birds enter into her eyes

Living and breathing in watercolor worlds
Emma sleeps
Safe and warm
Baby blanket clutched in her small hand
In her land of ducks, geese and wild turkeys
Emma’s eyes are big and the pond has no shore

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