Fairy Tale

The storm will pass
And you will leave the house and walk
Until you find
A shiny upside-down world left behind
By the rain.
You’ll want to fall
Into the vice versa-world of 
What might be.
However, you,
Once a puddle-jumping child,
Learned long ago
That you can’t fall into the sky.
And so you’ll look
For the magic beanstalk seed
That will grow down into the promised land
At your feet.


​Copyright 2020 Anna Witte

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