Ode to a Lunky
Square and triangular
snippets of cloth,
may fortune protect you
from tea stains and moths.
The shapes that you tumble
all over my bed
make me think of the stars
that shine overhead.
Sometimes I see arrows
that point to the rims
of long, folded mountains
that form over limbs.
Sometimes I see houses
all scattered around,
(although not quite enough
to declare it a town.)
Sometimes four petalled flowers
appear and then fade,
like violets that wink from
their homes in the shade.
Pretty snippets of cloth,
triangles and squares,
I just know I sleep better
whenever you’re there.
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(‘lunky’ is what our youngest used to call blankets)
Linda Studley 