wonderland

it was a long winter

spring came, and i went to

wonderland

finished work, drove the hill,

there before me, misted,

pink polaroid,

pointy trees,

i could not breathe

for wondering.

plas newydd, the house

of lady friends

who flew from family

to nest in looking

glass.

a world away.

breathe came,

all there was in the

whole world was this place

yesterday.

pin pointed, pinhole,

and mindfulness.

sbm.

2012-05-04-11-56-14

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