Saturday, March 04, 2017

To Oz From An Evergreen Distance

history should have been this
the emerald turreted
the way toward and

homeward the silk balloon missed
but not the waking from the dream.
oh from seam to chartreuse seam

I would stitch you
as if you were a heart
and not a pincushion.

as if you were the star
that would never go out
not even in a daylight sky.

not even afterwards.

this is the myth of
never saying goodbye,
the perennial view.

and that is only one of
all the reasons
ozland that

we love you.

mary angela douglas 4 march 2017