when I stood in the emerald rain
all these things came back to me
with no translator.
make the fairytale your own-
you said to me, or meant to say-
whenever you want to be absolved
from old distress and the knot in your stomach
this far from home.
whenever I stand in the emerald rain
these are the words I say to myself
when no one else is listening
but the last bird singing in the jeweled rain.
mary angela douglas 11 february 2010
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