Mirage Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Mirage
eating the sandstorm and the overripe tangerines
I sent my poems out to the oasis
they came back to me covered in red dust
we must not publish these a small note
read
for reasons known only to us
which we will never discuss
another dry well the birds and I sang together.
and then the bright fountains appeared.
mary angela douglas 16 october 2023
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