Anchorage, Alaska

Gypsy babies
pull down eyelids
like curtains
when the show is over.
In this land of mirrors,
Morpheus is king.
Sandman,
sift dreams
through
your hourglass.
Shy girl, sly girl,
gather stars
by the shore,
kill mockingbird
with moon
as she slips
through cracks
in darkness.
Hold on tight,
Gypsy babies,
this final act's
not written
yet.