Friday, April 11, 2008

Sleeping In

Some kids rise early but not this one.

Even when her father’s icy lakes
crackle like bacon frying
her head of brambled anarchy
stays nestled in his cool pillow.

A boy-dream blankets her
settling in the low spots like fog.

This springald lingers, knowing that breakfast brings
a new reproach for a too skimpy halter
against the budding of April.

© R. Jeffrey Roberts

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