I wander the Tim Burton-ish forest in my head,
the one with the knotted and gnarly trees.

Squirrels dance merrily with foxes
and wind-up owls whirr incessantly.

Every once and a while
my face is whacked by a stray branch -

Honestly, I don't remember ever going outside.
Taxis and ambulances rocket through the thistles.

My wife and daughter wait for me in a gingerbread house
safely hidden deep in the woods.

This is a weird and wonderful land.
Truly God's country.

Greg Santos
Paris, France
December 17, 2010

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