I thought that you would know
which way the yellow road was turning
when you stood by me
in the pink sunset.
but many emerald years have gone
and the grass has
grown over
our former kingdoms
and I am clasping only
the wind's brief hand:
crossing the sea
that once was land-
mary angela douglas 14 october 2007/rev.11 february 2010; 29 september 2023
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