the first month in the New Year
we knew this was going to be a crackling good one
bringing the dandelion wine up from a certain basement
from The New Ray Bradbury Review
the dandelions called home
their seeds reconnoitered
back to their constellations, white and gold
law and order not among the crab apple trees
but character amid the circuses
a little molten honey from the beekeeper
reprieved;
again the green diffusions from the window shades
and canyon mirages overstaying their welcome
look at that he says and disappears.
popping up again in alternate years, issues with
a half cheese sandwich filed under "c"
fragments of stories from the diffident cabinets
the old jester
Jack in the box here's another one
in huckleberry shadows half begun
or the folios of fragrance from blue hills
a few bills overdue marked paid
and juxtaposed do you suppose
the rivers can run backwards
in the shade of Song
the Shade remarking "Present
and accounted for".
try to understand.
its like finding gold
when the Mine is no more.
mary angela douglas 18 januar 2020
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