Our mall is home to “The Large Orange.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As shoppers sail under, past and by its out-stretched arms, their minds somehow drift and fuse with the surroundings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time and space converge into tiny candy-pointed explosions of search and find floating on mulch black holes of thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Red brights explode,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fade to yellow dwarf starlights,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twist and turn in phantastical shapes,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before whimsical watchers in many colored robes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is a world gone Leaping Hare wild.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Light-sabered bunnies and bears

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tree a shy worried monkey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the rain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Above a fall of reachie prickly cacti,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Near a forest of mixed working sticks,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Behind a stand of frightened colored glass,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next to a web of greenie crawly spideries,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All close by the famed and shooting Pool of Tongues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We run hand-in-hand from the clutch of the bytie Jumble Down

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Past the cactus minion millions,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skirting the wormy croonies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We rush quickly by the tiny sniffer sniffing where it lies hidden hiding in the bubbly bubbley gum patch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We leap the twisty reach of the field of limed crawlies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We dodge the islands of floating sticklies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We spin from the lapping lips of the spikey forked tonguies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leaning forward in final sprint, we smash the bar of exit door and fall forward to the far side of outside, beneath a high clearing sky and an arching Rainbow of Hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home Again Home

From Another Day

At the Mall . . . . . .

 

Grandpa Jim