“I’ve a feeling
we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
— Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.
We grow wise
only
too late to
save ourselves
from death –
a river
coursing
quickly over
stones – the
runner jumping
at the gun –
a gazelle
whose flight
is the breeze
in the tall
grass. We grow
wise only too
late
to grow new
spots the wile
those we have
will kill.
The increasingly archaic word "wile", meaning an enticement or skillful deceit, is intentionally used in the place of a more common English, "while".
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