Kaelidae

Still, hot, humid air A small dark cloud Bruised and wispy stratus Floats so close It makes me dream of wingsA tire swing hangs On a tree beside a house Off a lonely gravel road It sits still like the air But my mind’s eye sees it swinging Like the ghost of a child Still wants to playI go berry picking I find the bush But its fruit is not ready On the way back I walk into the sunset Light floods the field of grass Blades up to my chest All turning golden in the sunlightAt home I find a tick beside my knee It acts afraid but pity does not move me At night I dream of the dragon And learn to wear holy armor