She sent her out,
(to play,
one day
in May;)
And in the ceiling, by hook or by crook;
Next to the nook,
Where they cook...
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It was one dip of road,
going down to the brown,
crown / of the house
Like a mouse
(she scampered across fields and yards)
where tricycle rusted in the Midwestern breeze
unfettered louse
(And I can't believe)
And she wore the sunshine like dappled green
(a crown)
And the light sent tall shadows down,
(a diadem a rose for the hanging body)
in death's repose
in the noose suspended
Across the fields
(The shadow painted across kitchen floor)
as baby comes back inside the door
for lunch
(and cartoons promise that even nightmares sometimes have an ending...)
And there's a human being
(holding fast)
Like "angels farting on the ceiling..."
And the little eyes
(look up in wonder)
Without tears
for now, for now, for now...
About the Creator
Tom Baker
Author of Haunted Indianapolis, Indiana Ghost Folklore, Midwest Maniacs, Midwest UFOs and Beyond, Scary Urban Legends, 50 Famous Fables and Folk Tales, and Notorious Crimes of the Upper Midwest.: http://tombakerbooks.weebly.com
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