someday on the page where the monsters are no more
we won’t believe that we’ve escaped them;
we won’t remember how
we came to life again in the frozen courtyard
as though there were a worldwide spring
sprung, secretly:
a rush of green and who let all these flowers in
where the guards were fiercely posted and forever.
a train emerged from a golden underground
as in a dream, the ways and means were found
the ways and means were found
little children. picking up loose
diamonds on the ground
who can’t stop laughing now
mary angela douglas 3 july 2013
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