Poem – “Wonderland”

Wonderland

Little passageway in the grove of oak,
A white rabbit enters the found door
A nervous tunnel webbed in lost things,
Spiraling like the colours of a peppermint twist
Down to the castle that doesn’t exist

© S. M. Shuford 2018
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