who would count all the
dreams around your head
bright angels islands always
hovering near
the pink-winged thoughts that dart out
the window
unperceived by your employers
who will take stock
of the fabulous light
no one in any age has
captured yet even in trials with no errors
shining all around you
each season's particular favorite
wherever you stand
flee from anyone who tries
mary angela douglas 22 december 2009
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