the wobbly weather vane comes to rest
oh bottle-green world I can't pretend
to know who I am without you
anymore
the glass of your towers totters and then,
rights itself
(I don't know how)
but I'm too far to go back, now-
either way,
left in-between
counting the wonders remaining
to one side, the prairie stars
and farther ahead, forever unwinding-
the vast plains of emerald, nonpareille-
mary angela douglas 10 february 2010
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