Sheets in the River

I walked down Meadowlark Lane

wandering down the flower adorned path

sun rays shower my body 

i can feel the crisp air against my skin

i listen to the bluebirds sing

with my sheets in my arms I kneel down to the river and toss

them into the fierce waters

I watch them follow the current

down the rapids 

they quickly pass swimming ducks

and float towards stationary rocks

suddenly the sun disappeared and the sky darkened

time stood still

 i watched my sheets catch a corner of a fallen tree branch 

the current grew stronger 

I saw the fibers rip and tear

exhausted cotton 

destroyed linen

once perfect without holes

vanished into the troubled river 

sinking into the depths of the murky abyss

I lay myself down on a picnic bench and turn to see 

the sheets in shreds

I lay ontop of the table with my hands beneath my head

and stare into the sky

it's almost completely dark out

I close my eyes 

in hopes of waking up 

on cotton clouds