Windjammer - Carl Hauck

Summer bells at the crossroad
Charcoal smells in the air
Children scuttle with their claws stretched
Empty pockets cluttered mouths
Restless limbs of an ash tree
Swatting every crab apple aimed for the street
Where a scrawny traffic dodger springs
Darting nimbly dropping leaks
Cinder crackles from the rock bed
As splinters burrow in a hasty step
Coupled drudges in the shade of a pine
Heaving mallets at railroad ties
A search at dusk for a shoestring
Or a finger poking out
Cautious whispers from a vantage
In the witch's battered hedge
Sterile comfort in the wood fort
Earth and scarlet painted joints
Linen spirits in the closet door
Imagined trappings of a boy
Eyes wide night light on
Blinds and curtains drawn
Eyes wide night light on
Blinds and curtains drawn
It's a thieves' dream
It's a thieves' dream
It's a thieves' dream
It's a thieves' dream
It's a thieves' dream
It's a thieves' dream
It's a thieves' dream
It's a thieves' dream
It's a thieves' dream