Small Scissors Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

Small Scissors



if I cut out with my small scissors

paper dolls from the leaves left to me

will this comfort be


will this comfort last

or only a little while

or will I find a way to make


something else with the felt pens.

the remnants of toys

and the pinwheels that spin.


I promise never to think of this again.

to only remember the arch of the meteor's sky

over me when I cried.


mary angela douglas 7 march 2020

Tuesday, March 10, 2020
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Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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