I stood at an ivory distance
from per diem valentines
from ruby-hearted accolades
or lace-strewn fitting rooms
I don't know why
my non-message in a bottle
sank beneath the waves that day
as if torpedoed
and cairns against
a winter-inlaid sky
seemed to me more cherishing than
the violet-ridden spring
mary angela douglas 8 february 2008
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