but here I am without even a traveling case;
a writing desk one gets for Christmas, sometimes;
the kind you would hold in your lap
writing tinted postcards.
I do observe manners;it doesn't help
and the books keep falling off the shelves
in the wind tunnel.
there is a slight breeze in a toy forest.
everything else is a jurisdiction, somehow
I will learn to live with these inconsistencies
and no one impressed with my spelling.
there are roses on the trees.
I will focus on that.
mary angela douglas 5 april 2016