Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Childish

shoes untied,
I’m nimbly dashing

I take a slight fall,
stumbling upon earth

like Alice,
I have encountered a wonderland

chasing a rabbit
into the unknown

“Off with her head!”
I faintly hear

“I’ve lost it already,” I scream
untidy curls poke the sky

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