Mary Angela Douglas Poems

bears can be that way
when you forget them
they still play
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spelling your name in stones
they turn aside to conjure over
what's next on some pretext
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[to God, our Father]

writing You on the edge of the cloud that flies,
on anything I recognize as light,
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the Blue Fairy with her wand touches all the
wooden toys in sight and
they coo with delight
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'sidelining the elephants by law'
in some localities, 'earlier...' the CBS
news feed read on the radio
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[on hearing the elephants were retiring early from Ringling, Barnum & Bailey...]

for Ray Bradbury, and for my sister who I know, remembers the snow cones...
...

in forests of calculated nonsense,
did Alice dream (eventually) :
things are exceptionally cruel here
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pink air coned, and sugar throned, called fairy floss
or candy floss or candied air or everywhere at the Fair
or Princess dream or sugar seemed, or hurricane of rose
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beautiful the essay that doesn't fade away
that picks field flowers in a bright meandering way
or clouds from a cotton sky
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everyone's waiting for their big break maybe-
their chance to be discovered.
to hit the stage, to write the page, the song
...