once there were clouds like flowers.
people held onto their hearts
with kite strings.
when they went floating up-
they held festivals for hours-
spooning out the thick cream
of afternoons
we walked among them,
penny-splendid,
breaking off sugar-candy;
above us,
continents of roses-
mary angela douglas 26 january 2012
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