not all the pastel airplanes gliding by
could miss the clouds
and hit the floor
it seemed to us then.
and then we wrote upon the wind
in several colours
depending on supplies.
and folded down, the heart
was a surprise
when it was opened
and whether the sky was
translucent and even if we
we were opaque
we learned to make
something out of construction paper
after a while
so that our time at school
was not wasted,
Grandmother smiled.
mary angela douglas 8 march 2015
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