I want a house on moss green velvet
that can never be foreclosed.
let it be ringed with milky quartz in a circle.
let it be swept with pine branches
and when the dust flies,
let it hide the creditors.
I want a house on moss green velvet
near wild berries, just in case.
let wild fairies trundle through the forest
flinging me enough peanut butter crackers
to last through a lifetime of winters.
and I willl wash my one good dress
(the one with a bit of lace)
in the creek by the one good road and blessed-
that shines like amethyst on Sundays
invisble on GPS.
mary angela douglas 30 september 2013
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