Friday, March 4, 2011

DETOUR

As I crossed into the wilderness
beyond the factory lawn,
imagination danced as I laced
my way through a clay sea,
jumping from rock to rock...
Pretend sharks nipping at my feet.
Tall dry weeds reached out
of murky gray water like a forest
of nets trying to catch me.
I could've taken the worn path
in my shortcut to school.

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