Dreams of the Sandbox Angels
by Daryna Gladun
There is a bird with my grandma's face who lives
in the woods of the forgotten memories. This bird
comes when I am alone or scared and touches my
forehead with its wings. Then, I have the most
extraordinary dreams. Here are some of them.
Dream #1014 of Vincent
THE BOY, ages 3-7, runs up the hill – between weening strollers – picnic blankets – off-the-leash- dogs –
Boom – candies fall from the sky
Boom-Boom – candies fall from the sky
The Boy catches one – with both hands – eats & instantly grows – like in 2010 Dan-o-Nino yogurt commercial – catches two candies – in each hand – three in each hand – at least five in each pocket – at least five in each pocket & ten maybe twenty in a fanny pack – yet – the candies are falling and falling – hop-hop – into the trampled grass – hop-hop – under strollers – in picnic baskets – onto the crowns and brims – onto the band drums – somebody else’s hands – in somebody else’s mouths – in the infinite O of the crowd – vanish
Boom-boom-boom – candies & candies & candies wrapped in the victory colors – fall from the sky – fall from the sky – fall from the sky-sky-sky
& the sky seems endless
⸺⸺rewind⸺⸺
The Boy – ages 3-7 – running – – babies – outgrowing strollers – while the local star – brings his mother another W – candy cannon – shoots up the hill – behind the field goal – with no seats or rows – only designated spots for the Andersons and Lanes, Praters and Friesons, Leonards and Snows, marked with a clear outline of the trampled grass – by their Katherine, their Susan, dear Timaria, bellowed Carl and two women called Nancy – citizens of The Boy’s memories &
outdated photos on marylandmissing.com
⸺⸺rewind⸺⸺
The Boy – – running – – dogs – getting old, lazy –
– all the strollers are gone –
as the military jets fly over the football field – – candies turn into rubber bullets –
The Boy looks for his parents in the crowd that
ages
instantly