Evenings With Angelica

Laying on the trampoline, the sky is closing another day despite the chill we are reading outside, the school books closed flipping the pages of a glossy magazine perfumed pages waft around living in a never-ending land of time sun has gone down the fireflies never dance anymore she fiddles with her three charmed bracelet a scotch bottle, a dancing bear, a lady's shoe street lights come on quarter after five headlights flood Angelica's brain flooded dry she takes a chip from our bag laying on her back and sighs "Did you see that star"? the house beside ours up far from us, a lady looks down in a pink night robe and shuts her curtains the stars wink at us the night tastes sour as a jawbreaker sweet in the center