LONG DISTANCE
The phone was ringing in Wonderland,
but the cards were fast asleep
and the oysters were off playing
stanchion ball on Hypothetical Street
The insects were not speaking
The flowers, as well, were mum.
The storm clouds frowned continuously
as if to spite the sun.
Tea was taken at ten o'clock
then again at noon
and deep in the night of mock despair
while the trees barked at the moon.
The Red Queen was wild with nostalgia
for a quiet, simpler time
in the long gone distance of Wonderland
before they strung the lines.
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