Lullaby
Drive west with me. Night falling in the jungle night falling on the ocean falling on the children of beasts. Remember when we drove over the cliff into the tunnel, along the path scattered by the yellow moon? Do you remember how new we were, do you remember ocean animals on YouTube, souls along the bare shore? The couple dances in the jungle, in the parking lot, they drink oil, lap love like gravy, night falling on their lips, on the hoods of cars.
Margaret Young has two books of poetry, Willow From the Willow and Almond Town. Her writing has earned a number of prizes and awards including a 2005 Individual Artist Grant from the Ohio Arts Council. She lives in Beverly, MA and teaches creative writing and food ecology at Endicott College.
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