scribbled on small pieces of cloud
that the magpie brought us
when she was so inclined
or when we had enough sweet mercury dimes
to purchase the paperbacks so sublime
in grade school
maybe we found the directions to the Castle
or looked through our half blown
swirly rainbow bubbles backyard blown
clear through to the next town over
you know as they say the town that time forgot
or I am caught in several stories at once
with the notes on index cards for easy reference
how wonderful when homework turned out to be
a soliloquy on nancy drew mysteries
a golden prowl at the Alcott orchards
golden apples shaken down.
the weather when it was sere
in Jane Eyre year to year.
I bless the life of the mind
extended into overtime from childhood on
into luscious stories berry ripe
frost tipped with the dreaming about them
with alternate endings
when the bright red leaves rained down.
mary angela douglas 4 september 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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