To the blue of early morning that fades to lavender
How often I have seen your blended colours
And tried to write in blue upon the slate of myself
That mystical light, using broken crayons
Even as a child half dreading school
Leaving home again
What lunch shall be packed
Not to feel so exiting
from the warm and snug
fleece of sleep
Why, the same
In a plaid thermos, tomato soup
In a plaid lunchbox a peanut butter and banana sandwich
We shall eat these on another planet
And not feel repaired until the school bus home
Arrives.
mary angela douglas 18 march 2024
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