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Where the Fox and the Hare say Goodnight
There are ghosts that run in the hallways of my mind
Keep me crazy, longing to be free
In backwards time
To the last place we said goodbye
Wo sich Fuch und Hase gute Nacht sagen
The Raining Tree.
The sun would rain rainbows there if I make it so,
and the trees are telling stories in whispers.
The languid and lusty forest would forever call my name
with raining music of romantic lullabies
And mossy mud were as dry as sand when I touched it
Rubbing it in my hands, sweet like lavender in my mouth.
The morning sun is too loud, late in the day
When bells rings louder than life, mom calls,
Doodlebug, do you remember the day?
when you kicked the can
and all bad things went away.
Grown now, I still remember
The lucid cinnamon scent wafting through
the open windows on a rainy morning
But now ain’t you one well to know, then go fuck shit up-
Mama’s yelling now, and I’m yelling at myself
Let’s escape from city, traveling up North again
To where those ghosts don’t run, don’t scream
Instead hum in the woods of song free
About the Author: A.J.M. Aldrian is a graduate of Hamline University with a BFA in Creative Writing, she loves many genres including fiction; horror, sci-fi, literary, and fantasy, as well as poetry and non-fiction, historical, nature, and memoir. She collects books and loves spending time cuddled up reading them with her partner and cat. She can also be found on her podcast “Thinking on the Air” on Spotify.
