For Sharon F. Douglas
they will bring you information back in a thimble
that maybe was true two years ago.
you will scrape the bottom of the well
of wishes. but there will be no residue.
you will write and there will be no reply.
or there will be a reply as transparent as glass
taking wing into the Invisible
and meaningless in any language.
we are free scream the posters
scream the candidates on tv
or whisper to themselves at odd moments
happy with their salaries.
that their favorite restaurant in a chic spot
is always glad to seat them..
we are free I cry myself to sleep.
free to be told nothing
as if our heart had disappeared
our soul skipped town.
mary angela douglas 6 november 2019
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