to whom should things be sent
tied in bright ribbons, packeted
carried by doves from a celestial
dock? to the one with clocks
more clocks arrive, painted in more
tulips, to the philosophers,
new surmises. apple cutlets
to the orchard keepers.
more snow where it snows.
this is how it goes only sometimes
to the unsuspecting something glows
under bare branches also
unexpectedly
mary angela douglas 30 september 2014
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