Amusement Parks

  The moon sits comfortably wrapped in a blanket of stars.

It’s quiet, this world breathes; in and then out.

  She comfortably slides today behind eyelashes cloaked in dreams. Whispers her children a lullaby of hope, kisses foreheads and it is night.

   This is their 2 a.m, what happens when amusement parks do not make homes in one’s mind. It springs up, lights blinking, cars bumping, chatter.

This is my 2 a.m…