Just for a night-- edit 2

[justcloudy]

edit 2 Thanks billy and Erthona

A FedEx bullet freefalls through
the wispy noontime clouds
every second a gajillion miles closer
to the field littered with fresh gilded bales.
Two stand to watch, heads dropping
down in time. The plane hits the hay
in an screamless gold flash
spewing a fountain of crimson
wrapped gifts.

Morning talk show shouts intrude
she slams on snooze, shuts tight her lids
still seeing daddy in his checkered shirt,
with stretched buttons and worn down cuffs,
his hand shielding eyes from silent glare,

his heart still unattacked.

Dad’s dream twin chuckles
that the carnage smacks
of the lurid dreams she’s had
the past few months. He slowly shakes
his head and laughs, just as real
dad did when his jets crashed
sixty-seven days ago.




edit 1 Thanks Bob

A silver FedEx bullet smashes
through noontime clouds
towards her parents’ alfalfa field.
They stand to watch, heads dropping
down in time. It hits without screams,
spewing a fountain of red wrapped gifts.

Morning talk show shouts intrude.
She slams on snooze, clinging
to daddy in his checkered shirt,
hand covering eyes from silent glare,
heart still unattacked.

He chuckles that the carnage smacks
of her nightly terror, shaking his head
as he laughs, just like he did
sixty-seven days ago.




original

Wednesdays in dreamland her neck cranes
upwards, drops down in time with the plane
crashing into her parents’ alfalfa field.
Tonight it’s orange and purple: FedEx,
smashing through the noontime clouds
bearing gifts of-- morning talk show intrudes
so she slams on snooze, clinging
onto daddy standing in his checkered shirt,
hand covering eyes from burning glare,
heart still unattacked.
He chuckles that the scene smacks
of that dream she always has, shaking his head
as he laughs, just like he did
sixty-seven days ago.