Mary Angela Douglas Poems

to Ray Bradbury, looking back, or forward

the names of things we held in our heart
when alphabets foundered and worlds came apart
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to my sister, Sharon,
and all her glistening music

go deeper into the woods soothed my pages,
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my memory's screen door opens to the stars;
there's my Grandfather in the yard
gazing up at the constellations
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we make useful things: things that won't shatter.
we make useful things, things that Matter.
think of a wave on the sea, I said;
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song itself came to the back stairs of the castle
in a drenching rain
like the princess in old fairy stories, refrains
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what if we wrote notes in the snow

here we were when the birds finished the breadcrumb trail
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last minute drugstore gifts are best for pure excitement!
someone's sure to want just one more box of
chocolate covered cherries-
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nothing in the news for days.
Ilya Kabakov passed away just last Saturday
no obituaries anywhere
that I can see on a google search
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once I loved a catalpa tree

because its leaves stirred heart shaped in the wind
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I wrote on a page of light;
it vanished.
then there was night.
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