Two little monsters jumped on the bed
One fell down and bumped her head
Let me leave her there, thought her friend
Looks like she is now in a better land
With those eyes oozing gently
Tenderness and fear
And playing springtime medley -
Songs forever dear
The air was filled with sparkles
It smelled of sunburnt hay
Of warm night’s humid darkness
And forest after rain
And cracked chest went up and down
And let the feel inside
And honeysuckle’s blooming crown
Wreathed every crack around
And seized with joy the heart beat fast
Vertiginous was head
It was the promised land at last -
In dust under the bed
You there? Wake up. - the other called,
And warmer than before.
I think I’ve got concussion, friend
Let’s jump on bed some more?
concussion
© Copyright: Ольга Мартынович, 2023
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