Thursday, March 06, 2014

Imperfect Happiness Spilled Out Of A Golden Font, Somewhere

imperfect happiness spilled out of a golden font Somewhere
rainbow tinted just like the song where the bluebirds flew
and in their flight dyed the pink clouds blue blue

was the music gurgling down the drains after the rains came

imperfect happiness gushing down from the Far Mountains
where the children went that day hearing the piper piping

perfect happiness.  someday the world will shine more

perfectly and we'll be best they cried they cried for
imperfect happiness sticky as honey on the last currant bun
at home

someone tell me a story I was told that imperfect happiness

wasn't good enough but they were wrong

mary angela douglas 6 march 2014

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