beware of those the good book goes
who call sweet water sour
who believe in being dour
God knows I have spent enough time in their company
in inevitable labor in fools errands and for no gold
no peacock plumage procured
so I read poetry as far back as it goes; as it endures:
to find the source waters
and then I dip the gourd of my soul and drink
and am like a child again
tasting the mirrored skies.
mary angela douglas 28 september 2020
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