for the light of your palms
it seemed that I crossed mountains
sometimes in a dream;
sometimes awake
only visible to me: the incontrovertible
the wounded and the
clear
(not the sun or the moon)
but a universe bordering,
my own
mary angela douglas 23 june 2001
copyright 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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