The scarecrow loses balance
and flops to the ground,
her long dark hair askew,
bewildered brown eyes
scan the shivering crowd:
'If I only had a brain.'
Shelley is on her way to Oz
in a variety of disguises:
a shocking blue leotard,
rag-tag bum's suit:
a lonely figure bathed in klieglights
pursuing her own private dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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