Giant

Wonderland

Look at that!
The Cheshire Cat
has lost his stripes;
had they been white
and not transparent
they’da gutted
that cat
to its tripes.

Grinning gripes,
Cheshire lost
and lost again
its violet
and its black,
but black is back
yet again
yet again
hard to tell
smiles from
shadows and
miles and miles
from that smile.

Once I caught
a whisker and
thought, if I’da
caught one more,
well…nah, no
way I’da caught
anything whole.

But I saw a grin
Most certainly so
I thought
or so I thought.