The blanket

A dark, clear night

The ferns sway to invisible music

The leaves whisper their

sweet secrets

Perfect for stargazing


 

You lay out the blanket

It's golden like the first rays of sun

And purple like an Iris


 

They used to bloom here, I say,

But that was many years ago


 

It is easier

To talk with the blanket there

And the sky,

The ever twinkling sky


 


 

A girl standing with her back to the camera, looking at a wall of candles

Inez Folklore

VT

13 years old

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