Dorothy In The New America

Poem By Robert Rorabeck

When Dorothy got to Oz,
She crawled out her window and said,
“Is this still America? ”
Because she felt so strange,
She took the ruby slippers off the dead
And in vanity covered her bare feet
And walked down the road,
“Does anybody want to make love,
Because I am so afraid
And I have no money.”
That was when the Scarecrow
Leapt off his stick in the flaxen fields,
And trying to walk in a straight line,
To appear as if he were in a confident state,
He declared, tipping his stuffed head alluringly,
“Hello, Dorothy.”
“That was the first time you said my name, ”
Said Dorothy and then
They embraced and grew naked
And wet in the cornfields that grew
For miles like a chartreuse sea
Bordering Munchkin Land,
While the wicked witch picked apples
In the sad forest wondering
Where her sister had gone,
All the time studying the skies, fearing their
Myriad possibilities.

Comments about Dorothy In The New America

This is one of the fresher takes I've seen on the Wizard of Oz story line. A fun read, I'm glad I got a chance to read this poem. I hope to read more of your work in the future.

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