I had a dream I caught a falling baby from a tree
Perhaps this is the child Doris told me about
The children’s songbook, she’d said
Pages warped with time and font swirled in my jaw
My legs carry me along the edge of a park
Cruelty-clad on the streets of Chicago
Players in a game, all of you
Those around me as well as within me
Sluggish steps towards the loneliest of light
He must feel the isolation in this decaying city
Wisdom held tightly on his tongue
The Elephant, full of used furniture and hand-painted crockery
I tell him to go here, search for burnt orange
Here is that lonely light in his eyes
Here is the tree beneath which I swaddled you
Motionless, glowing, waiting, listening
Here there are fireflies in my palms
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
21 | Chicago
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