I Own My Dreams


by Harmony Hodges

I live in a junkyard

Filled with cars

Next to a stupendous maple tree

 

I own nothing

But my tattered clothes

And the greasy black grime

On my bones

 

I sleep in the cab of a 1957 Chevy

Every single night

In the cushion divine

 

I am mute but not deaf

In fact, I hear music

When the wind blows those

Samara

Across the sky

And ravishes them on the windshield

 

I also hear crows

In the tree

Scream at invading owls

Then call in troops of crows

From the North, South and East

 

One cold night

As I slept

My teeth began to chatter

Like helicopter engines

 

I dreamt it was 1957

I drove my new pickup

To the top of a maple tree

Where I stopped and revved the engine

Until my tires flew off

And landed in a junk yard

Unceremoniously

 

I put my pickup in park

Hovered like a cloud

And when an owl dared to trespass

I screamed right along with the crows

At the top of my lungs

Until all of the glass in the junkyard shattered

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Writers Bio

Harmony Hodges is a mixed media artist living in Portland Oregon. She writes fiction and poetry. You can find more of her writing at Kind of a Hurricane Press.


Inspirational ImageBroken Mirrors by Flanus by Flanus

Pieces Inspired by this Image

'Growing Pains'
by Sue Ann Connaughton

'We'
by Jon Moray

'Shattered'
by Lynda Collins


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