Mary Angela Douglas Poems

seen from the upper floors
the rains are moving sideways
trying to be clouds. or tides.
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it isn't the right feeling on the page
a someone says and so, it blows away
and on another day and looking up
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[to the exquisite poet, Chumki Sharma]

it won't be the same when we are older
no child knows to think
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the froth in the cup is so beautiful
tiny rainbows winking round the edges
how can I drink it down
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they'll send you on fool's errands
because they want the gold, the princess,
everything to unfold the way they
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you want to write in an apple green closet
with the snow coming down inside and
one frosted lightbulb: (the old kind)
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[to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas]

never sand flowed through her hours, but only gold
I told the small roses when she had gone
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the world is filled with scolding
children looking down at their shoelaces
trying to think of something gold
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I was breathing and it was the light, the
lightness of words, the valentines of snows
that fell all night and the moonlight, dove sent,
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'Consider the lilies of the field...'
Jesus

how do you carry yourself
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