Thursday, April 01, 2010

Fairy Tale

In the window-dome, wheel-stripe
the circle, merry merry we all
fall down. Dusty wheel-spokes
spinning and your little dog too.

The ear is flat, the glass cold.
Rain drops there, flattening
themselves. The bone held
through the bars is skinny

like a long lens zooming out.
The details camouflage
the crooks, their fat tears
glitter like diamonds.

1 comment:

evie said...

love this!

is this real?