CLOTHESLINE DREAMS

Cool, soft, smooth
Like feathers of giant cranes
Slowly flapping rhythmically
Clean white linens on the line.

Dreams on cloud shapes
Spied as lying on backs
Squinting at blue so sharp it hurts your eyes.

Crisp clean sheets of summer
Wafting in a gentle breeze.
We flit amongst them
Imagining the soft folds are
Swans' wings.

Enveloping and lifting us away
Off to an enchanted isle
With handsome prince to live
The happily-ever-after tale.