in the library of the paramount
she kept rose leaves, scraps of summer grass
the overpass of trees
and the violets beneath the leaves
the flecks off the waters.
o sons and daughters she cried
what is it you have lied for
what do you work at every day
oblivious to these
the greatest of the small
while you are walled up
Alive
mary angela douglas 7 may 2016
she kept rose leaves, scraps of summer grass
the overpass of trees
and the violets beneath the leaves
the flecks off the waters.
o sons and daughters she cried
what is it you have lied for
what do you work at every day
oblivious to these
the greatest of the small
while you are walled up
Alive
mary angela douglas 7 may 2016
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