She swings...
With hair of gathered spiders' strands, whipping back and forth like
anemones in rough
seas, she pumps.
Legs out, legs back... her
chipped toenail polish peeking from
pink sandals, legs out, legs back, pumping higher.
mama peas... peas mama!_____________
PUUU UUUUS HHHH!!!
She arches back, an infant crescent all of
achingly soft baby flesh, tough toddler pride and a
cool-burning terrible two temper
talking in tongues.
She sees...
far and away...
LOOK MAMA! MOON!
And she sings...
and she swings,
I'm fly- YEN to da MOooooooooooON!
goodnight, moon Ω the cow jumped over the moon Ω stella luna Ω man in the moon Ω la luna, que bella luna Ω Fly me to the moon Ω moondrops Ω carry moonbeams down in a jar Ω