a pink chalk moon rising behind a blue
house, like a candy-colored picture
from a children's storybook:
through the storybook glass wall the yellow
leaves rained down and down
the blue house sinking under the
chalk pink moon trembled
snow fell exactly like sugar
crystals and disappeared as
if it never formed in flakes in
gestures too accelerated
on the bluie porch in the
dazzling day's
goodbye-
mary angela douglas 1994
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