Her palm held a moonlit ocean,
Her eyes dreamt of a rolly polly seal-
Her stars glowed for a warmly vision,
Her back ached from standing still.

She took a step to fly that blue,
Whales and starfishes flew to the sky-
Coral and green moss before she knew
Rained down on busy passers-by.

Behind the crack of a small walled row,
Clouds clot where to make red bricks-
The little girl looked up on a tiptoe,
If she could soar from her super attic-

“Daughter, oh, daughter of sea marigold!
From razzy womb of a dreamy mermaid,
Don’t fly to the sky, I’ve become old-
Let’s have downstairs a cookie instead.”

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