Mary Angela Douglas Poems

from my own rose trees petals sifted
downwind of the unpetaling moon
all that's silver's cast up again too soon
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on pale blue paper
with a scalloped edge
on the underside of clouds
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meeting the paradox in the hallway
I prayed hard
O Lord let me pass invisibly
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oh that all sourness in life could taste like apple green candy
the same colour light up the skies on the
simply marvelous mondays.
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we went forth in the apple of the day
the gilded coach so apricot in the sunlight
happy learning what to say
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this is your guaranteed balloon sweet Dorothy
notice the cunning silks in every shade of green
the wicker holder for the little dog
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maybe someday in an out of the way antique shop
you may come across an obscure issue of
The National Geographic
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on the day you feel like going away too early
I hope it comes to mind that certain clouds
still need you to be here or else (I fear) ,
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singed on bright waters
from our first day
the message of
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so many times we have to learn
how to walk again
(as though we hadn't learned)
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