I saw the lyre of heaven broken-
and children's voices
afterschool
played only jewel-box music
in the afternoons
while angels sped on waves
that would not reach us
and backyard voices
could not
hold the sky
once so filled with light
mary angela douglas 11 january 2005/19 september 2005; 27 september 2023
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