Paul stops walking.
His feet halted
by a pink pacifier on the ground.
He stands in the middle of a grassy field.
The field is punctuated with wild flower blooms.
The trail is one body wide.
Paul scans three hundred and sixty sight lines.
No human beings are visible.
A wailing echo exists at the edge of his hearing.
He bends at the knee and waist.
He tilts his head closer to the pacifier.
It recites familiar lines.
A. A. Milne’s poem.
J. J. M. M. W. G. Du. P….
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