Saturday, March 28, 2015

Nanny's stick

The children have refused to leave behind 
the flowers on their roots, the gold star in the sky
they need to know how the trees take color 
how a grandmother's walk, her tales carry 
the day forward, shield the bed monsters away

the monsters will not visit tonight, they are busy picking up
left socks in the field, savaging the greenery of the story

tracing the grandmother with the hunter 
the children will talk the night away, 
but her hands wait on the book
for the next monster hunting after the joy,
she leaves her stick nearby, that's what it's for 
mama once explained.

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