Orange Blossom Dreams
Gathering together in long summery groves
they collectively prepare for evening,
delicately spraying their finest perfume
by way of my window.
The Invisible fragrance wraps around my head
like a soothing halo filled with maternal
kisses, weaving through the air as I draw in
sweet nocturnal balm.
Starlight sneaks through my parted curtains
draping over my chair, outlining my love-worn
doll and stuffed animals, as I mentally count
The coins I’ve taken from my piggy bank.
The old night train arrives, I smile into my pillow.
He whistles at the graceful branches, they
instinctively cover their gold fruit with leafy aprons
while he chugs around the packing house.
I fall asleep pondering the citrus moon,
dreaming of morning when my brother and I
will slip down to the railroad tracks
and compare our smashed pennies.
