like Mab but dethroned I live
in the lanes of forgetfulness
of larkspur with roses yes? or
in a clattering glittering acorn wind
so suspend your disbelief! I
drink the dew from occasional lilies wouldn't you
if you were this small and far from home
still yet, abiding in the borderlands
in a haze of mists; mistaken for ferns
or wilderness I am not these
just the flicker you may see out the corner of your eye
as you so large ride by. so everlastingly large,
ride by...
mary angela douglas 16 august 2020
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