Sunday, December 27, 2015

Thinking They Are Jewels

the lifespan of a poem
who can hold in their hands
the hummingbird width

the petal's curve on the wind.
my friend my vanished friend
one fragment calls

to the other
over a gulf of centuries
millenia

a child stoops down
to small flowers in the grass
thinking they are jewels

mary angela douglas 27 december 2015

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