Story Time

by Rhonda Dahl
 
A three headed dog
bites at the boy
reading in

shade of lamplight,
a finger
bleeds words. In wonder

he shuts the book,
wound almost
scaring him. Outside

the door growls resound
as Hades, guardian
of the dead reins in snapping teeth.

And a wood floor opens
to tunnels, sooty branches.

 2002 by Rhonda Dahl. All rights reserved.
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