The light has moved away from her,
the trees are mysterious, the clouds low,
draped like spanish moss, the lass is but a child,
she decides that she is lost.

I am lost

She complains to her palms as they pray on her nose,
tells this to the smooth-limbed crepe myrtle
then to the sweet opposite of her elbow
as she leans against the tree almost overcome--

just like Snow White, I'm just like Snow White

This gives her courage and the hiccups. She recalls
Snow White was rescued, Snow White was cool
she has her on her backpack, and stickers in her books.

I'm really feeling much better

to a small, bright-bellied cedar
hopefully full of bunnies or little blue birds.
The light changes color, that's mean she thinks
and the small cedar looks bigger and it looks maybe
like it has secrets or is getting angry.

There are no bunnies in there!

She is getting angry too, and she has to pee,
she hasn't had a thing to eat since right after her nap.
She stomps her foot, her tenny flashes blue--

Snow White didn't have these.

She jumps up and down till she tires, tiring soon,
is dazed and forgetful, looks up surprised
to see to a gleaming close and low in the trees.

Someone has turned the porch light on.
She becomes in an instant, older and cynical.

No one is coming to rescue me, I'm going to watch TV.