photo by Doug Wray
balky computer
-- the cat sneezes
twice
*
rainbow-striped socks
-- someone is whistling
in the fog
*
darkening skies -
this time the cats
can settle it themselves
*
"Fireflies!"
I won't tell her
they're only raindrops
*
empty wallet -
my neighbor's child
sings to the sun
Alice
...and stepping back
through the looking glass
she found the colors in her room
faded; the silken fabrics torn
the fire in the grate
long since turned to ash
a chill rain blew through tattered curtains
and though she called, no one came
even her golden curls seemed
just a bit less golden and curly
and her starched white pinafore
limp and soiled
looking about her, she sighed once
and without so much as a last glance
made her way back
into the looking glass
Mary King
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