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A Child's Realm

Bolts of loomed cloth over the mill and waterwheel.

New growth spurging up through a charcoal forest-

The flight into colored patterns the others canít see

seizing the presence of every sub-atomic particle as god

showing up as Italian fireworks over the castle

spooking the chestnut horse haunch deep in wildflowers

and the goat eating the volley ball net

in the Mare Serenitatis of the moon.

Shelter us from telephones and other devices-

as they tarnish in a heap of copper wires,

Let us resurrect the Mardi Gras masks

and each other with the secret cloak

then bell the cats who parade around in high places.

All we have is this assemblage sculpture

with a spinning saucer at the top

Battered instruments from the bark paint orchestra

and thrown out crutches from the village Lazarus.

Tell all the codices to our colorblind dog

And send him to us if we get stuck at the drawbridge.


Amy Trussell
 

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