once there were clouds like flowers.
people held onto their hearts
with kite strings.
when they went floating up-
they held festivals for hours-
spooning out the thick cream
of afternoons
and we walked among them,
penny-splendid,
breaking off sugar-candy;
above us, the soft clouds massed:
continents of rose-
mary angela douglas 26 january 2012; 9 october 2023
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