it is possible to live happily in catastrophes
I thought to myself on an early spring day
to find in the ruins, wild strawberries
or to hear in memory
the mantel clock ticking away.
it doesnt seem a thing likely
to happen
because we didnt grow up that way
but even midstream among evictions
the larks sing.
the skies suddenly become rose
and not blue.
mary angela douglas `11 march 2020
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