An Alice in adolescence
Her breath was stolen
Her heart punched in the face
A gust of wind was the culprit
One effortless blow
And down went Alice
Down into the dark
It wouldn’t have tried its luck
If she were older
But her youth made her light
Like the piece of thread
that attaches itself to the awkward creases,
and crevices of your trouser leg
All it takes is one,
one aggressive brush of the hand
And it falls down into the dark
It’s on the gravel and insignificant
It’s a motion that will never qualify
for a place in your precious memory
Poor young Alice…
Light blonde thread in the wind
she cannot stay outside long enough to study
those beautiful lines in wise faces
For the moment they see her
she falls, and she fades
