The Epilogue Entries – No.13

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WONDERLANDS

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do not be dismayed
by the brown of the earth
that roads and curls in stoney swirls,
thinking only of want for snow.

it is hard not to miss magic
when everything
has become so very real.

 

if i could dream,
i would take my labors
like a spade upon my shoulder
and dig down
in the dirt

until i found

a white blanket
of wonderlands,

and lay it out

over this place,

over this mind,

over this heart,

and prove

that what we cannot see
is still there

and just slightly covered
by a forgetful
and disguising ground.

 

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