Poems

Poem

What do we do with a difference?
Do we stand and discuss its oddity
or do we ignore it?

Do we shut our eyes to it
or poke it with a stick?
Do we clobber it to death?

Poem

There's a wonderland in Alice. It lies in her sleepy eyes.

May she dream about a queen, turtle soup so rich

and green,

and an ever changing size.

 

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