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The Peter Pan Prize, Spring 2018
Mary O’Keefe Brady
Tar Beach
Rooftop antennae poke holes in the sky;
shingles buckle in July heat,
ripple like sand under bare feet.
A rooftop brigade of sheets flap hello,
slap the horizon,
flicker and flow
to undulating waves
til I part the sea,
lay down my mat, threadbare times three,
crisscross hands beneath my head
look skyward, embrace
my magic carpet bed.

©2018 Mary O’Keefe Brady