On Bright Mountain

There was nothing left in the tinder box. We left the shed for the mountains that bathed in sunlight, I was choking on my brother, And my sister was dangling legs from her ears. (It didn’t look comfortable.) We all swam under the same moon that night. We flicked bullfrogs off the water’s silver surface. The beaded rivulets through the air Reminded us of home, a dreamland Deep under our skin.