the good ravens lived in Hans Andersenville
they fetched wonder bread crumbs dipped
in lambs milk for lost children
I havent read that one yet
chimed my little sister
in a dream of home
you will I promised
but later on.
now it's time to sleep
within a sleep as if you were a rosebud again.
in my pnk party dress? she sighs
oh yes I say and pale blue
patent shoes.
that's all it takes for her to go
with her pink parasol into the land of naps
we hated so in the afternoons
in real life.
we'll go on a little while
and find the cottage in an evergreen wood
so that it seems like Christmas even in april
spreading honey butter on the toast
and never running out of loaves.
in real life sometimes it may have been different
at least in later life
but in the dream its not that way.
you wake up in a parenthesis
a dream within a dream
to strawberry malteds
and everything you say in school
merits a gold star
you play on a translucent piano and on the monkey bars
so that the stars
never can, fade away.
mary angela douglas 18 september 2019
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