Friday, July 28, 2017

Hide And Seek Redux

we opened the book of stars and thence we fled
all other hiding places being spent
bad coins jammed

in the coke machines, the tom's peanut butter logs
no longer rolling out
on the train whistled break at work

no matter how hard you shake it

shake the snow globe instead
we may find it a bit rocky
when they do

but we can hide behind a
shrub or two when the snow flies thick
and hides our smaller faces

face it
you're through the looking glass again
no longer filing what they thought you were

and you;re name isn't even Alice

and who's there to tie the sash on
your dress of infinite blue
the one with a thousand petticoats

made of cloud

mary angela douglas 28 july 2017