it is one of those nights
when the clouds can't seem to swallow
their tears and the stars have forgotten
to dress the sky.
along the horizon
there are hills like white elephants
silhouettes of trees with naked branches trailing
ivory streaks across the canvas.
and once in a lonely while,
the spectral crescent moon
dangles
as paper marionettes twirl with upraised
arms from a taut, invisible string.
shhh,
the children are dancing.
when the clouds can't seem to swallow
their tears and the stars have forgotten
to dress the sky.
along the horizon
there are hills like white elephants
silhouettes of trees with naked branches trailing
ivory streaks across the canvas.
and once in a lonely while,
the spectral crescent moon
dangles
as paper marionettes twirl with upraised
arms from a taut, invisible string.
shhh,
the children are dancing.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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