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childhood windup toys,

tin cars with broken winding keys,

sharks' heads for hoods.

when did I go mad

trying to evade teeth?

I play and play while

Meaning chases me

waving a rolling pin.

"Don't you recognize your mother?"

I giggle hysterically

at funny sounds

while four cows ruminate

beside me in my

field of too-long grass,

let grow for hiding.

others played here once.

I know it as I found

a chipped blue marble and

three laces from a fielder's mitt.

that night my pillow whispered,

"Tomorrow it hails gulls and pelicans.

But in your dreams the moon shines

ogres and vice."