June Flying Carpet

Escaping its alien captors, the Flying Carpet
flashed through the stratosphere and the blazing of fires
to the Threshold of Dreams

dreams of hourglasses filled with phosphorescence

                                                dreams of inexplicable shimmers

dreams of shrouded wing-light

dreams of maps of ash and sand

dreams of air like chalk

dreams of cavorting pinwheels

dreams of splintered graves

dreams of angels with metal shadows

dreams of slipping through the cracks between the worlds

Special thanks to Maggie, Ro, and Horace McAffee