we were the waifs of a language that was jeweled
I hear the poets ghosting it as a rule
just after dusk
and in November's spareness and in God I trust
I learned enough in school to know
they were cruel in their time
to the garret prone.
those who ate three meals at home or going out and more
with the port wine included, the Madeira.
I dont know anything about that.
or not that much.having been made
to live by the clock for most of my life
nickled and dimed but in love with the chimes
on holidays be that as it may with the tick or the tock
the fee simple
I know a price has been paid
for everything beautiful that was made
long before it ever
showed up on the auction block.
mary angela douglas 25 september 2019
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