her dreams shine like water
everyday
poured from the pitcher of time
within time, oh
frame by frame, can we rehearse-
in a fairytale's nomenclature
the world with no distress?
may you fade into
an emerald situation-
every green tree will keep
your own inveterate heaven
mary angela douglas 28 april 2003/rev.31 july 2007
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