the letters you sent into space
disappearing without a trace or
singed by summer clouds
the right answers erased
before they are copied down
from the "this will be on
the test next Friday"
and you're in a haze
and can't find the things to say
the dress to wear
the golden pear
that makes the fairy tale puzzle complete
oh don't despair...
there is a place, replete,
replacing sour with sweet...
somewhere there is a merry go round,
carillon found after the Fairs are closed
for children indisposed
kept after school
a kind of heavenly cake walk to a
mailbox loaded by whom? who knows?
with brightly foiled on cardstock cards
all occasion caissoned,
moon silk screened
just for you on hold
at the candy striped depot
of misplaced dreams
and missing socks amid
the tick and the tock of oblivious birthdays fraught
with more and more seasons
for being glad
with pockets turned inside out
for losing the things called sad
and happy you are
on your own private star
with beaucoups of icinged
whisks and bowls to lick
and umpteen heirloom bouquets still to pick
that you are tagged
in the game of not it, it
like a queen for a day
party favored and so glad ragged
for the unimpeachable on its way
the peach starred day
full of delicious crumbs of this and that
and citron glowing and the green cherries mystifying;
the sugared pineapple
the breakfast of
hot sauced scrapple
creamery cream dappled
keep the fudgesicles flowing
the caramel apples rolling
while we're extolling
the blue birding packages piled up to the skies
wrapped up for you in the bye and bye: the
Somewhere everything sent is acknowledged
somewhere everything received is complete
somewhere the handwriting is neat
in letters that swoop like sea birds
in graceful curves on floral stationary-
with something jeweled in their beaks;
from all the shipwrecks,
the glorious salvage
mary angela douglas 20 june 2017
disappearing without a trace or
singed by summer clouds
the right answers erased
before they are copied down
from the "this will be on
the test next Friday"
and you're in a haze
and can't find the things to say
the dress to wear
the golden pear
that makes the fairy tale puzzle complete
oh don't despair...
there is a place, replete,
replacing sour with sweet...
somewhere there is a merry go round,
carillon found after the Fairs are closed
for children indisposed
kept after school
a kind of heavenly cake walk to a
mailbox loaded by whom? who knows?
with brightly foiled on cardstock cards
all occasion caissoned,
moon silk screened
just for you on hold
at the candy striped depot
of misplaced dreams
and missing socks amid
the tick and the tock of oblivious birthdays fraught
with more and more seasons
for being glad
with pockets turned inside out
for losing the things called sad
and happy you are
on your own private star
with beaucoups of icinged
whisks and bowls to lick
and umpteen heirloom bouquets still to pick
that you are tagged
in the game of not it, it
like a queen for a day
party favored and so glad ragged
for the unimpeachable on its way
the peach starred day
full of delicious crumbs of this and that
and citron glowing and the green cherries mystifying;
the sugared pineapple
the breakfast of
hot sauced scrapple
creamery cream dappled
keep the fudgesicles flowing
the caramel apples rolling
while we're extolling
the blue birding packages piled up to the skies
wrapped up for you in the bye and bye: the
Somewhere everything sent is acknowledged
somewhere everything received is complete
somewhere the handwriting is neat
in letters that swoop like sea birds
in graceful curves on floral stationary-
with something jeweled in their beaks;
from all the shipwrecks,
the glorious salvage
mary angela douglas 20 june 2017
