the photo finish grows clearer in all your dreams
we're everywhere now
in the former houses
eating strawberries and cream
and towards evening it seems
the soul leaves a faint impression
on the constellations
the walk to the station takes less time
and you're uncertain what to rhyme
or if you should rhyme at all
you feel like you're all the Springs combined
and you can't stop breaking into flower.
or the clouds, off in the far distances.
mary angela douglas 9 august 2019
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