the fairytale
with the chilled tangerines
in a grass green bowl, art deco.
my Mama's stories
new and old
and in a rosy ring
my sister sings and laughs when she falls down
in Easter's baby lemon chiffon.
and I etch feelings about many small things
the flowers on our lawn the wished upon stars
for you to listen to, if you want to, bar by bar
like my Grandmother's old glass records
in the studio.
mary angela douglas 7 march 2020
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