' ' ' ' ' ' Road (For Lyn)

Ah ha...my little mad scientist (she all of 3) brings a jam jar for me to see. 'What...is it? ' I say 'It's road...of course! ' she announces annoyed at my usual ignorance. 'Do I have to...teach you everything! ' her sigh suggests. 'The road started crying in the sun until it got all snotty & sticky! ' she excitedly exclaims. 'So i picked it up with a stick & stuck it in here! ' she explains in her insane sane way. The road now conjealed with fear gazed profoundly from its glass prison looking around for any possible means of escape but even it could see it was hopless. 'Resistance...' as a Dalek would put it '...is useless! ' Courtsey of its glass prism road shed a small rainbow tear. 'It's gonna live with me by my bed! ' she decreed. And so it was things obeyed her in her imaginative land. That night a large label addressed the specimen in an awkward childish script 'ROAD! ' it scribbled glowing in crayon with its R back to front. Quiet as a sigh the road sleeps beside her in its little glass bed & almost head to head its dreams wind through hers getting lost in a tangle of curls.