Coal-sketched Silhouette

On a black and white tree inked on paper
Across the bridge of wooden popsicle sticks,

Where the blue tissue river flows.
She sits on an eraser swing,

Hanging off a yarn for string.

Yonder lies the minty ball of moon,
Among the glitter stars,
The coal-sketched silhouette girl sighs,

For all that she can ever be
& every hopeless dream
To liberate beyond the paper thin

Is but an invisible stream
Of the consciousness restraint
By the juvenile artist