The Ikea Girl & Her Book of Dreams

[Brian Roberts]

From an orbiting piece of sphere-shaped grass.
There are children playing along the rotation
of the sun, where others are flying kites.
And seeing the rest of the stars in the night sky

From an orbiting piece of spherical terrace.
One sits there thinking of the Book of Dreams.
What that is is a book that can transport others
to distant, twisted, places in the world.

The girl thinks to herself of a plane across time.
Wherever it is, it is someplace, thinking of dreams.
Her wavy brown hair smells like reeds
and is inviting other kids on the spherical grass.

And as she reclines on her back over the night.
She hears the scoffing of other people outside.
The voices so high in her ear she became enamored.
And so, the orbiting piece of spherical grass

bends and whirls, conjuring a knot of funny words.
coming out of her mouth, oh—know the Book of Dreams.
She sits there still remembering the Book of Dreams.

I enjoy the evanescent, dreamy quality of this work; it was a pleasure to read! I will critique its  lines directly. Thank you for sharing this.