over somewhere

I wake up alone
and sad
maybe not for loneliness
but in what happens
when
it’s applied

I’m thinking of
Judy Garland’s character in The Wizard
of Oz
singing about the rainbow
really how to go beyond

and more on what left’s behind
not so much on what
she’ll find
since
after all
she doesn’t know

except that
troubles there somehow should melt
foreshadowing
what should happen to a magic foe
in water

leaving the word monotoned
to find the color
that
the screen provides
Oz

the paradise
the peril

and it seems tornadoes must decide
the timing and the means
as if
disaster act like prophecy
shortly after singing
all the wishes

which we might forget about as well
on the other side
in
say
living color
there

like my family room back then
watching with
well
you know

c l couch


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