THE STORYBOOK FOR WHICH YOU WERE LOOKING
ah the storybook for which you were looking
had lilacs spilling over the palings;
all in a paler moonlight.
few scurvy knaves.
roses in all the pinks
of the princesses saved
and fewer frowns.
you turned the pages
and with them, the breezes of Spring,
daydreams invisible to the Onlookers…
Cartwheels in the grass, cakes
Of the upside down and sweeter,
sweetest holograms of cherry balloons,
the late made Soon,forever afternoons
the diamond window panes of
the reds and greens
of Christmas come early.
infinitely laden you were
with little homework.tiny worries.
with the school yard flurries
hinting, Home. and school let out to view
the newest constellations
with the old:
the silver
and the gold, the friendship songs.
Rainbows springing up with little warning
fortunate every morning.
mary angela douglas 23 october 2015;rev. 24 may 2017
