[to Sharon]
papier mache, how lovely was the world
when you were small: hand-painted in
mauve and green and with a streak
of blue when you got tired of holding the
brush the way your sister said to;
we carried crepe paper streamers carefully
from one end to the other and fastened them-
feting the moon, the stars, the ornamental sun
on someone's charm bracelet hidden in the closet
before christmas.
let oranges rain down and peppermint sticks.
oh let the earth be mauve and green again and spinning
spinning with its own dream under the glitter paste;
its paper roses sleeping bud by bud
in pink tissue.
though this was long ago and candy shelled.
or wishing welled, said someone, still.
and we have left no tracks in the snow
as if we were angels then.
mary angela douglas 22 june 2014
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