like candied fruit in the nougat,
words on holiday shine;
shifting their coloured sands
in the sandbox, hourglass,
just-in-time. no longer punching out.
under the alder trees,
near the playground.
or coasting down the hill
on raspberry bikes
tailgating the ice cream trucks.
like babies in sunsuits
out for a ride
just hoping for treats.
nose-pressed against the early
Christmas windows of a candy box
language (from the inside) .
Here. Have some.
mary angela douglas 26 july 2014
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