like candied fruit in the nougat,
words on holiday shine;
shifting their coloured sands
in the sandbox, hourglass,
just-in-time. no longer punching out.
under the alder trees,
near the playground.
or coasting down the hill
on raspberry bikes
tailgating the ice cream trucks
we dream each time we ring the bell-
we dream each time we ring the bell-
mere babies in sunsuits
out for a ride
just hoping for treats.
nose-pressed against the early
Christmas windows of a candy box
language (from the inside).
Here. Have some.
mary angela douglas 26 july 2014
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