I’ve never
seen a road so white.
But
Hansel’s pebbles must have gleamed just so
under the
moonlight.
And the
forest trees as tar-thick-dense
as the
ditches that line this road.
And beyond
these, the silkscarf fields
as tempting
as any gingerbread house.
And the
future, over the brow of the hill,
beyond the icy
treacherous descent
of wicked
stepmothers and oven-crazed hags,
as quest
deserving.
And once
they scaled the pole-staked invisible
fence
between do and don’t
between do and don’t
Hansel and
Gretel knew
as we all do
as we all do
That
there’s no going back.
Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2017
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