How to Grow Up

by DBLevin

Credit to L. Frank Baum

Of course your grandmother’s porcelain figurines
are alive.
They herd sheep, study letters, dance together,
delicately.

Of course they come from a city ensconced
by a porcelain wall
and if they leave they will be paralyzed forever.

Of course there are rocks there
soft as skin
except when scared, falling.

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