Little-girl-she

Little-girl-she

One day Little-girl-she went out to
walk with her mother.  For some reason
they walked right down the middle of the street;
Now don’t you go too far ahead!  warned Mommy-she            

On ahead went Little-girl-she,
sometimes looking back, making sure that Mommy-she
was still there (“too far” nagging,) 
and Mommy-she was still there every
time, until one time, one time she was not:  Little-Girl-She
knew, then and there, that she had gone too far, 
          too far …           

Back
down
the
street
she
stared … 

Back
down
the
street
she
ran …

                                           

but when she got back to the spot, 
nothing was there, nothing but a manhole
staring right back up at her, a manhole with
no lid; a manhole with nothing but pipe ends staring
up at her – little holes; pipe ends filled the mouths     
of the manholes: ugly little mouths, like a thousand
manholes gaping …

Little-girl-she stood still and bent, 
and then she ran round and round,
and then she zigzagged every way
from manhole to manhole, from here to there,
from what to where,
connecting the manholes … connecting the dots
and when she had connected all the dots
all the manholes …

there stood a gigantic zigzaggedy Mommy-she
and Little-girl-she screamed, screamed at Mommy-she

Why?
Why did you do leave me?
Why?

Then she fell into her Mommy-she’s arms.

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