Somewhere in the Land of Nod
Simon Rees
Strawberries
are falling
into my hat full of eggs;
strange how each
strawberry
devours my legs.
Eggs
are drowning
in my strawberry hat;
strange how each
egg
is so remarkably flat.
Tears
are rising
in my sky of leaves;
strange how each
tear
is a quiver of trees.
Chairs
are slicing
my eggs in two, or three;
strange how each
chair
is a strawberry like me.
© Copyright 2007 Simon Rees
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