Little girl
Red dress draped across her
Detached from her body
Humming lullabies next to the willow tree
Tearing of pieces of the bark
Breaking them into smaller pieces
Whispering willows speak delightfully about the girl in red
The girl spends afternoons sitting off the pier
Toes emerged in the salty blue
Sometimes dangling her head off of the pier and reaching her fingertips into the water
She spend hours staring at her reflection
Sometimes washing the water over it
Disfiguring it
The sun has set now
The cicadas buzz around her
The air, sticky and hot
She lay down on her back
Looks up at the night sky
Stars sprinkled across-