there is no golden thread running through
there is no porch of flowers-
I have stood on the banks of a river
that does not flow
I have wept in a stream never
full enough to run
I have spun honied words that
flowed into the sun
there is no golden thread running through
mary angela douglas 20 february 1999; 28 september 2023
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