what's in forever that can't be said must
surely be purely be snowed
over the playsets of the earth
and so that state is indistinguishable from state
as yard from yard
or we are all living in melting ice cream
or packed solid.
are we sweeter then we laughed
what's in forever that isn't snow
is that which never melts
what we catch on our mittens
rosy with delight
because it is starlight frozen.
and we are that diamonded wind.
mary angela douglas 6 january 2017