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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