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Caught


A circle of unfamiliar colors filled the air as I walked, astounded.

A deeper, winding street caught my attention,

A child, I walked forward and my imagination knew so much more than my eyes.

A kind hearted man tipped his hat, and a witch waved her wand.

A beautiful sky held my pleasure for so long I tripped before I realized I had walked at all.

A small noise from my lips departed, the obligatory “Forgive me, sir, I tripped.”

And a laugh I’d never heard before, stunned and foreign “You spoke, my dear?”

As I opened my eyes to look up at him, I realized

A hospital bed lay beneath me, A coarse sheet covered me, cold.

And I realized I was more lost in my reality than my imagination.

A memory of a small child weaving through a bright and open city, such pictures flew!

A cry choked in my throat, I was more lost now than before.

 
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