Sleepytown

You're awake but we're dreaming.
Toes touching riverside,
we're watching waves kiss the shore
infinitesimal erosion.

Sunlight spills through branches
in your skeleton garden,
while wings flap like heartbeat - 
resuscitating.

Garden sighs and spider bites,
it is morning.
No cacophony of dayBREAK,
just sleepy eyes open.

Sipping brews and subtle breathing
- this is being "a good neighbour",
and not fearing watchers on the dock,
we watch.
 
Weightless bones float in grey sky,
ephemeral musings over steaming mugs,
swallows.
This is not my home.