Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Dream Labyrinth

Baby swaddled on the steps,
Spotted when wrong way quit
Because Noland was coming,
But he won't admit seeing it.

Soft gravel cushions tires,
Keeping Michelin from tracking
Away and leaving the lonely
Crumbled gray heart hollow.

Three baseballs left alone,
Beren gone, roadside burial,
No play at home base now,
Sliding, falling away subdued.

Black eyes looking upwards,
Surprised, frightened, sad.
Camping indoors, no Smokey
To prevent her forest fire.

Indian basement, house romp.
Sister parades, trois enchantee.
Deux hershey kisses traded away.
Calm winds blowing silent adieu.

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