clear pink and green glassware in a little house
she wanted, and to wear only the colours
of roses.
nothing loud.
nothing crowded
except at Christmas
and in summer parades.
strawberry, chocolate, vanilla,
that's enough
ice cream for anyone;
we thought so, too
and that to live
in May by the honeysuckle vines
could surpass Heaven.
mary angela douglas 4 november 2015
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