hand painted on a breeze of bone china
illustrating what the wind dreams what the birds knew
the doves that cooed round the cottage of Hans Andersen
these are the poems that elude that scuff the glass blue
sky in floating by or standing still o heavy clouds
oh words unfolding where do
your roses blow
it must be far from here o dream
that it all comes clear or if not
remember when you see the strange lights gleam
suddenly through the roadside pines only
5 more miles to gas and food
not rest
you ghost you guest of God
mary angela douglas 5 october 2014
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