An empty shop;
and counter curving to infinity.
Behind the counter stood my mother.
Bells like distant church bells
from when I'd entered
as I walked across the parquet floor
towards the counter,
to whisper something in her ear.
The bells stopped.
As if they knew what I had seen: how
there, beyond the counter
the whole floor
heaved with crocodiles
many layers deep.
They too were vanishing
When I was older,
at the zoo,
the alligator house
was highlight of the day,
but mother chickened out.
I dream about those things!" she said.
Then later still, I understood
how Freudian that was!
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