Drowsy willow

A poem

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I like the way you sleep
so free,
with belly rising round and full
of sweet and salty popcorn air

hair plastered to your head,
limbs overflowing from the covers; draped
like drowsy willow branches
gently tickling the reeds.

Please
take me with you, washed downriver
on your whispered baby breath:
float here beside, hold my hand and lead me
through the misty forest
to the treehouse
where we’re dancing like we’re weightless
in your dream.

Amy Knight 2021

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