how could you lose the glass mountains
she cried into the wind
whenever I started over in the story
it was months till they were found
tangled underwater with the Christmas bells.
things werent going so well that day
we lost track of time and paper violets
tied with silver bows
it was snowing valentines when we left
and they just kept melting.
while we took note of the Great Composers
bearing the moon our our shoulders
we will save our stamps
and collect the stars into
vast albums
having missed our chance
they are sure to say = something like that.
mary angela douglas 22 march 2020
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