Mary Angela Douglas Poems

if time were a spinning top we saw
forests as a blur of greens
the stars in between lost branches
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once in summer's sandals to be shod
never to live then any other way
not to nod off, still to be dreaming
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all life hangs on a thread of wonder
alas, my heart, that many don't think this anymore
so many doors they won't walk through
eschewing the gardens that wait for them;
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what if you were swinging in the playground swing
on the very playground you were on at first
the ghost of yourself
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we may have planned to connect the dots in workbooks
or in purple mimeograph watching them become
flowers, leaves, constellations the dolls never heard of
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can the wind breathe
through ice crystal beading on the trees
when currents of air are stilled above the town
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there's a pause in music only one discerns
that one must endure through blizzards
gathering the shadows of violets
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why couldn't it be that way
the way we thought it would
that we would find our playhouse
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well, letters just walked off the page I was only half way reading

they were tired of forming the word "change'
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I have been where people turn to stone

dissolving into landscapes of their own
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