wonderland

without the thought,
i am something...


she came to sit upon my lap,
the gift of life,
a baby,
little girl,
curly hair,
tiny toes

she came to swing
a while
back and forth in mind

to show up
as a tulip
so red and yellow and black and scented
in Holland!@?

or Littleton (is it so...?)

ask the Arapaho tribe

ask the stars

ask a two year old

ask Santa.

prior to John Little
whose town was it?

unincorporated,
now incorporated...
we say

tell the dandelions,
the geese,
the rain--
we own you now!

ha ha ha ah

and now
it doesn't rain

and no one wants this desert

no one will pay
to buy a house here
or start a business...

and oh,
it gets so complicated

i forget

she comes to swing,

just swing

for the joy
of it!