is it morning or
am i a prison-lily looks
out the window, forever,

a knock on the door..
she puts down her book
what is she reading?

stig of the dump...
a favourite from yore
a little boy finds a caveman..
i recall our teacher..

she says toast halfway to her
jaw-marmalade (in slo-mo) falls
like an avalanche-she yelps
a gold lump...sparkles..