my fair copy of the rings around the moon
got into the wrong hands-
stashed in the pirate's hoard
next door to rubies and a retrograde coinage
and the key to that lock was thrown
by a vagrant hand for no reason at all
into silver-pointed dawn.
now in a lime-leafed summer, once again,
brocaded planets spin so unredeemed
but not for that much longer-
mary angela douglas 20 december 2009/28 june 2010
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