I sit on the grassy hill
above the valley of the future,
gazing into the land of Might-be, Ought-to-be.
I look into that wooded glen,
watching the unicorns play tag with sunbeams,
and long to ride them
laughing
joyous
... yet still I sit,
resting my back against a tree,
and watch.

Copyright February 1994, Eloise Beltz-Decker. Reproduction explicitly
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