A Fairy Tale

On rustic planes of desertion
a diminutive self wanders.

Turning bikes into ponies,
asphalt into meadows
and trees into entities.

Climbing cliffs composed
of clay, exposing silt
on ascent.

Only to return back down again
and rinse thoroughly in the
Rappahannock.

A quick walk along the sand,
a hand stand, then for the
grand stage event.

~ Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 03/22/2010 12:04 am est or there about