we'll wear white like the bride dolls in that Kingdom
this, the grass stained children dreamed
or they exclaimed
on rainy days or when their
emerald tears subsided
long after Glinda glided from the scenes
of those sad flickering pictures on
the screen
when it looked like Home
could never return.
how it burns the mind, even still,
and piecemeal. hurts you
when you turn suddenly
back from the cool afternoons
after school
where we wandered:
in-between Christmases.
mary angela douglas 24 may 2016
this, the grass stained children dreamed
or they exclaimed
on rainy days or when their
emerald tears subsided
long after Glinda glided from the scenes
of those sad flickering pictures on
the screen
when it looked like Home
could never return.
how it burns the mind, even still,
and piecemeal. hurts you
when you turn suddenly
back from the cool afternoons
after school
where we wandered:
in-between Christmases.
mary angela douglas 24 may 2016
