The Saturdays of Seven-Year-Olds

The Saturdays of Seven-Year-Olds

She is singing
rhymes no one has written.

She laughs with the clovers
and whispers
a little gossip
carried by cloud
white dandelion seeds
drifting
on an
invisible breeze.

Saturdays
are for sleeping in
until
the dreams are ready
to wake up with you
so you can take them
out to play.

She is singing
all afternoon.
A unicorn cloud
lingers in the sky
listening.

At dusk
an audience
of blackbirds
cries out
for an encore.

 

from Jukebox Hearts and Guitar Souls, a free eBook available at iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and others.

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Photo and poem by Ann Kestner.

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