I never lived in Kansas,
but in 1966 I met
the Wicked Witch of the West.
"The world is a dream
refracted in billions
of eyes," she said.
Taking a diamond
out of her belly button,
she held it to the sun,
"See."
Treading water
in the Sargasso Sea,
I notice that
the North Star has
gone out.
Dorothy, where are you?
I have been calling for years.
Soon my bright eyes
will be mirrors
for fish to write
cryptograms on.
Goodbye, Emerald City.
Like all dreams,
you can only
shallow us whole.
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