falling into the myth as into silver water
I dreamed I could not drown a useless daughter
and everything sparkled
a wish to be found
and no one said
can you subtract this in your head
dividing the sentence as if it were
from the deli.
lunch crowds come and go.
this is what I know
there is no limit to wondering
reasons why
turning the stars wheels further back in time
to the dream towns when they were
looking for Christmas, the rose red rhyme
and all this time,
spurred on by the Star.
mary angela douglas 6 december 2019
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