Consider
when you
don’t know
a thing
about any thing
a form of utopia
an oblivion
to be oblivious
of things
not for a man
nor a woman
for adults are aware
of all things
the slightest thing
the abject thing
the base line
a stick in the sand
draw your dreams
only the moon
can laugh
plate and spoon
the cow’s a steak
three bears, three pigs
the golden goose
a tale to tell
even at Christmas
the glass slipper
does it fit your foot
better stories now
to tell your girl
let down your hair
and live
not a storied life
of fairies and tales
but of your own
write
even when
you can’t see the page
the snow falls
for a time
sticks
to the web work
the limbs
roots and blades
ponds and puddles
iced over
in a tray
all things thaw
the web catches
in the wind
the spider finds
another tree
does this
a thousand times
the coldest day
still the spider
will climb
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