we will not be lured from these bright paths
when faux rose windows begin
to gleam
warring factions will scatter their push pins
over the map of no known counties
birds from fairytale
regions will start to sing,
all other things being equal in the castle
finding their
long-imperiled music unaffacted
and the princess will no longer be
forced to spin straw into straw
and call it golden
mary angela douglas 3 may 2005
mary angela douglas 3 may 2005
