Revolution of the Rain drops
Now we are free to do as we please
There in the field a stone lies.
It reads: don’t follow where there
are no
There are no exits open
Open the door
before I take a hammer to these walls around it
Toys littered the floor like candies from a pinata
And the cotton candy skies with balloons for clouds
smiled down upon
in soupy warm sunlight
and he promised her eternal life
Illuminating her path are lightning bugs, paper dolls
filled with saw dust like all my favourite childhoods.
Like the time we
ate all the poetry in that class
* Chan Wing Hong*
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