Rare Words Were In My Shoes

rare words were in my shoes
stuffed tight, and wadded there
so out of sight, new penny bright

beyond the inspectors;
in my pockets with old gingerbread
absconded from that store

with Mary Poppins, you know,
the one that wasn't there
the next day...

oh that I could save the gilt stars
from being pasted back
in the Heavens.

how much we need their gold here,
close at hand.

mary angela douglas 26 december 2015