If there were mountains, I never saw them
in the rear-view mirror or in the bottom of my cup.
Do the children live in the mountains? Do they eat
candy they stole from a house? The gutters, the shutters
stuffing them until they get sick? Does an old woman
try to help them, only to be called a witch? I never
lived in the mountains. I never had a candy house,
only this plain wooden one, only sticky with pine sap,
you see, and that would never attract children,
no matter how greedy, hungry, and fat.