Dorothy as Madwoman
After the tornado, you sink.
Half the house gone, the other still present
but somehow missing.
Piano twice-drowned in the corner,
& every key
You’ll let your hair grow long again,
let it grey & tendril,
follow the beaches
& their trailing wreckage along the shore
seagulls battering your back
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, May 20, 2015 — by Meggie Royer
photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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