exists at a remove, you muse;
in an arcane grove;
somewhere at home
in a previous century or two.
and the rolltop aqua repainted desk
for summers fit, is there to remind you,
simply, this is true.
in vain you will go to the corner drugstore
thirsty for malts, for something raspberry cooled or
seeking boxed stationery in several colours
with a plastic lid and the ribbon slid over it
or for the requisite Christmas fountain pens.
but you will find stamps oddly coloured, exotic
beyond belief at a penny a roll
and will send something off:
who knows, a dove, a drift of snow,
the colour green as you remember it
that may, in time,
mary angela douglas 28 june 2016