The Day He Dreamed of Dorothy
Dorothy came with a bag of goodies …to his, to her, to their wakeful slumber
Gifts wrapped in a brown papered, crispy new invisible remember
With words such as
“You’re mine”
And
“I love you.”
Dorothy came
With a bag of trinkets
And toys, games and
Rightful spoiling
In between
Holes and gaps
And darning with
Not enough cotton
To go around…
And one day, out she came, out he came, out they came, she and him and
us and we and all….
The beautiful, beauty
Kaleidoscope
With an aperture inside, more than a sad missing piece or hole but a
window to a startlingly complex wonder, to patterns and rainbows and mirrors
that reflect one to the other to another in perfect symmetry with an ever
changing style that need not stay fixed in one place… like people patched
together in bright colors and mosaic pieces and some the same and some
different….touching, together.
Dorothy came with a little box of wonder
but in a tube
best viewed when tilted
to the light,
whole circle
to the eye
smooth
round
mysterious,
With a chance to make a million and more comibations, with a garden of
milllefiore -delicate , glass flowers to HELLO THERE WONDERLAND BRILLIANT in
such a tiny space and only with one eye and so possibility seeming unending,
when less can be so much more and infinite patterns were the magic lantern to
our tomorrow.
Don’t forget why you dreamed of
Dorothy
And the gift
Of kaleidoscopes
Not for winning
Not for stealing
Not for stairs to
Nowhere land
All covered in deals
Made of holes
But for
Love.
Seeing 
Deep cerulean
