you with your bent wings
trying to float through the empyrean
who dreamed the traffic would be this bad
you ,looking so sad out the rain streaked windows
how bad can it be in school
all the schools you remember
you went forth with a lilied smile
after awhile an aeon or so
it comes back to you
how happy you were at home
in between chilling sessions
heartfelt in all your lessons
why was it always so cold
even with the windows closed at school
the furnace bellowing.
in a blue uniform you dreamed resigned to the seating
not so uniform there.
who cares now.
it has slipped like the moon through thin clouds
all the things you would not say out loud
within anyone's hearing
in a green language
you can say now.
sweet and clear.
mary angela douglas 16 september 2019
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