it's an island and it's floating away
that Blessed Isle
who could dismiss that childhood
I knew judges that did.
but what map from school could receive it now
retrieved from chalk dust days or their
hereafters at home
I don't remember.
just fractions of things.
pennies on tables. apples added together,
an alphabet of gold
and it was mine
amid rings of glass, the green or the amethyst
and after class the wind through the trees
thinking of these, the music of Debussy;
kingdoms keeping company with clouds.
Green Ginger is the name of that land
the storybook said
you can't call it on your own.
it comes and goes
but not on command.
and then sets down.
alight, for the night is coming
and the Wave
alight.
it has come to save you
and the peach sun.
your favorite one to draw.
mary angela douglas 8 june 2019
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