[to my sister Sharon F. Douglas on Valentine's Day]
I wish you a red crayon heart of a day
bearing down hard on the crayon, remember?
that way you get the darkest red
waxing almost Christmas! or layered edge to edge
and fit for roses, the roofs of little houses
under a corner sun
and the rays extending
in dotted lines on you, on everyone.
these were our masterpieces of
the classroom afternoons clapping the erasers
so the chalkdust scattered like pollen
because it mattered to do everything
with that much heart to stay in tune so
as to fall on our aluminum foil swords
or shimmer, the princess,
in a tower of words
and that was all we knew of art
and all that we knew when
all schoolroom days parted from us
and the autographs of friends
scattered like petals
before a rising wind...
mary angela douglas 14 february 2016
I wish you a red crayon heart of a day
bearing down hard on the crayon, remember?
that way you get the darkest red
waxing almost Christmas! or layered edge to edge
and fit for roses, the roofs of little houses
under a corner sun
and the rays extending
in dotted lines on you, on everyone.
these were our masterpieces of
the classroom afternoons clapping the erasers
so the chalkdust scattered like pollen
because it mattered to do everything
with that much heart to stay in tune so
as to fall on our aluminum foil swords
or shimmer, the princess,
in a tower of words
and that was all we knew of art
and all that we knew when
all schoolroom days parted from us
and the autographs of friends
scattered like petals
before a rising wind...
mary angela douglas 14 february 2016
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