the ache of autumn in the waning of leaves
these things I wanted to display
on the school bulletin boards, or taped to
the Holiday Windows so you could see them,
when Parents came at night with the P.T.A.
to visit our mystical classrooms.
or fresh strawberries in May, piled high
in their show-and-tell baskets
under a Recess sky
and we're all laughing
and we don't know why
at the creaking of playground swings.
and we'll all wear green crepe paper
with snow crepe collars and stand together
forming the Christmas Tree
on the auditorium stage
and never stray
and win the cake with the pineapple glaze,
can you top that? (I think not).
now it's too late to turn old homework in
but I'll weave chains of clover in my sleep
and pretend I'm there again
I'm apple crisp wearing it
till the bell rings in the chilly air
and it's time to go in.
mary angela douglas 5 august 2015;9 march 2016