Well, Already Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Well, Already
why should we live waiting for the days to end
why not pretend you are already immortal
well, your soul is.
it takes the strain off
suddenly you are feather light
you could be snow
you could even be the skies
the rustle of angels
going by
the birds from early lullabies
the ensign of the Rose perennial
and divine.
mary angela douglas 31 august 2022; 28 february 2023
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