days seem longer to you than they are
you can't explain this to your friends
when you mention you haven't seen them
for centuries
the blush roses are new
the stars hidden
on the other side of the building
maybe the clocks will be backwash
then when you wake up
you wont feel sick anymore
you went to sleep and dreamed
that the sky so full of pinwheels
was lifted off your shoulders
by angels.
mary angela douglas 25 april 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem