[to Eugene Field]
missing the door to Dreamland
maybe we got in through the window
...
in this workbook you will learn
how to tell apples from oranges
how to slice the pie among five
...
the rose held in the mind is fairer
where it always shines
and perfect from the stem
...
going away is dying said the snows to the hills
and the hills cried
this we called melting
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she lifts the lid on the box of day
and it comes out blue,
with silver linings
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orange crush grape crush
who has a crush on sodas
in the sum sum summertime
...
[to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas
and to my sister, Sharon Foster Douglas]
clear this space! I heard the Angel thunder
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fairy tale borders I painted on the walls
I printed in the halls
the coat closets in the apartment of my dreams
...
it's washing out my water coloured sky
she turned aside to cry when the rains occurred
and the dolls seemed sympathetic to her words.
...
you should tailor it to what you dream,
not the other way round
and then wear it
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