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SMALL FANTASIES
Eyelashes, the curtains of my mind.
Pull the blinds; shade out,
fade out reality,
casting shadows letting
my fantasies survive.
Peter and I are small now,
playing in the puddles,
flying high with Grandma J
over the fountain, gathering
nectar from the hibiscus.
I bat an eyelash and
suddenly I am the endlessly
grinning Cheshire cat
when a fire truck
with a pepperoni pizza
passes by and
throws five dollars at me
to forget the ocean
but I Will not.
I am still small
and it's a long way to
Pennsylvania.
copyright Susan "Sam" Madden
http://www.fortunecity.co.uk/meltingpot/clyde/207/
