Alice tripped into
A backyard well
When she was knee high to a smoking caterpillar
Like Baby Jessica
She was 18 months
And she spent her time with toothy, feral beasts
You can’t carve time
Baby Alice
But you can crave it
Baby all this
Could be yours
Rabbits run in
Concentric circles
Making a dozen stops inside gray, curving bricks
Ticking like the sky
Until it grins wide
And lets the toddler crawl out into the blinding sun
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