we built in kingdoms of the mirrored worlds
each time it rained; then each small puddle delighted
though its reign was not long.
and now, we're splashing through clouds mixed up
with evergreens and honeysuckle's on the air.
oh breathe deep past the future's stairs, descending tears
I want to say to phantoms of the greenwood years
exhaling when it's Spring, again.
mary angela douglas 6 april 2015
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