Friday, September 12, 2014


Well, we're all hidden in
The midden in the end.
But it is eerie how
We nearly always dream
Of invisible things
Almost risibly weird--

The elves and trolls under
The toll bridge, the wee folk
Dancing dragonfly wings
In the rye, the hidden
Buried, unbidden spooks
In the ground. Good riddance.

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