they will roll out the flower seed carpet
and in a time lapsed dream of all Dreams
the flowers will all
gleam at the same chime.
this is our wonderland they lie from the dais
awarding each other prizes at
the flower bedecked scenes
while those in the ditch outside of town
and in between where they can't qualify
for the Magic Beans,
the random sparrows- freeze;
falling in slo-mo from the picturesque branch.
those outliers! those unlucky sods
are only picked up,
cradled, in the hand
mary angela douglas 18 february 2016