can anyone surpass the glory of sandwiches
wrapped in wax paper
the pink lemonade cake on the
silver cakestand?
and you're dressed in a gingham, plaid dress well sashed
rushing in after school to the birthday
of all pinkitude courtesy of Grandmother.
here we would repose
forever in the kingdom of Rose
I would have wished if wishes had been
clearer then.
as it is I see it still on transparencies
when I cast back again
with a jeweled rod to hook
one scene after the other
mercurial, not cast in stone
but wearing, like gingham, well
after many washings on my own
autumn sunned in a pinafore wind.
mary angela douglas 18 march 2017
