“Just a little garden party,” the elf maker said.
I knew better, I had seen the vision in my head.
They hold this every year, inviting everyone to join.
I would love to go, I think I will shine up my gold coin.
I always bring it out, because it makes the bunnies shout.
They love to dance around its tiny perimeter.
Something they do as they shake and shim-iter.
Just a garden party the elf maker said. I began plotting in my head.
Roman Iter
Roman Iter
For the darkhairgirl Erline
Upon awakening I seem to be in a different
world,a highway in the desert.
A hillside looms in front of me
Golgotha in the present.
A lady without water,a chain I cannot bear.
A tower growing all of rocks,
to watch the silence.
Growing taller but not wiser
I tried to see her there
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice