(tO Hans Christian Andersen)
alas the geese in the fairy tale have escaped and now they have crossed
between the pictured brook and the marshy grasses into some other neverland and I can no longer find them
princess in disguise I was not, will not be and they have fled and every image of them
underground
this is the world we live in now where the ducklings must forego the swans
even the swans themselves find not their reflection in the mourning waters
what is there to say about that this is not a normal news day
though the teletypes clack through the time warp
and they all say my report is inexact
you will sing the notes of the swan perhaps
and they will call you geese even so.
mary angela douglas `10 november 2020
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