Hanna’s house of magical improbabilities
has a roof of terracotta tiles
and a churning chimney that smokes
curly clouds tattooed on the horizon.
Sometimes,
a bubbly face bobs its head behind
the slanted mountain and grins.
Jump from the attic window
like a stickman, you won’t break a leg.
Your right foot will reach the ground
before your left leaves.
Leg hanging on the tiptoe of the shadow
of a black glassed slipper.
Spin once and
trace your single step on the muddied path
to be remembered in morse code
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follow follow
the shade marks the dreamy spot
has a roof of terracotta tiles
and a churning chimney that smokes
curly clouds tattooed on the horizon.
Sometimes,
a bubbly face bobs its head behind
the slanted mountain and grins.
Jump from the attic window
like a stickman, you won’t break a leg.
Your right foot will reach the ground
before your left leaves.
Leg hanging on the tiptoe of the shadow
of a black glassed slipper.
Spin once and
trace your single step on the muddied path
to be remembered in morse code
.-- .-- .-- …
follow follow
the shade marks the dreamy spot