you had it locked up
the penny locket that cried
in a silver box
in the language of birds
till no one heard
and no one heard
again.
is it a sin cried the heart
lonely for clouds
for one scrap of sky
not made of tin.
this was denied.
but the heart sang on...
mary angela douglas 2 february 2016
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