Surrender

9 Sep

 

I awoke from a dream.
“Surrender Dorothy”,
in curling black
across the rainbowless sky.
Reminded.
So noted, you faiththiever.
You witch whose whispers
of someday being never
are encased like relics in coffinblack satin, and charnal green.
Time slips,
each second slides toward the hourglass maw.
Oh beloved, a pair of red shoes.
Oh beloved, a home.
Oh beloved, lost.
Aunt Emma’s face in the mirror
lined by seventy six years
of solitary trod.
You will not win.
You will not scour
my last few hours of their light.
Red feet do not yield.
Cornfields do not cry.
Courage, is when a dustdry
heart in bluebird rage replies,
NEVER.

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