Phantom Memories

Cotton candy afternoons
Chubby legs bouncing
off pink broken walls
They were a glossy picture
of childhood perfection
Dandelion smiles and twinkling eyes
Hot summer afternoons
spent chasing dragonflies
fluttering like the swallows that
danced in blue skies
6 feet of pasty mud
separate them now
He sits atop the apple tree
Lonely legs dangling,
missing the other pair
like a phantom pain
The skies wear
a cloak of velvet blue
He looks westward
There it is,
their rusty weathervane…
The brass rooster,
now mangled and
like the paperplanes
They would giggle and chase.

Weathervanes 1

Artwork: Desiree Mulvany


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