I will return to you, my city of emeralds
grasping at no straws
that were ever offered,
a golden rain falls in the street.
in my heart, another world revolves.
why can't you see? from the
cherry balloon just overhead
I am
casting roses at your
incomprehension.
mary angela douglas 30 october 1998; 28 september 2023
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