Tuesday, November 15, 2016

We Are All Unlikely People

we are all unlikely people she half thought
turning over the rain soaked pebbles in the road
to reveal, she thought 

the less jeweled side
all brides at the altars of uncertainty
paper wad hit in the classrooms

long ago
and the desks when you put your
head down to rest

all smelling like taffy.
why can't we go back
apprentices and mouseketeers

and start again some Parents' Open House Night

the notebook open at the first snowed in page
and arrange it so
we don't care what they say

but glory in the way
imperfection has its beauties too
and dreaming never minded

about that.

mary angela douglas 15 november 2016