The Magi In The Distance Weep For Hours Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

everything's coming to rest but not really

everything's standing aside but right in your face

everything's gone on a break to commence surveillance

everything's ducky but go at a faster pace

we will be told to move and then to be quiet

we will be herded but still we shall pause and dream

whenever the fresh creamy clouds of magenta

beautifully flower above the bolted screens.

mary angela douglas 6 january 2023