only when we dream is life what it once was
with people writing books like how to look at pictures
what to listen for in music
encouraging you to improve yourself thereby
I will look at the sky the dream sky
whether it is snowing flowers or not
and my heart will be caught there when a star floats by
in the middle of the day
how has it escaped
and will it float down to me like a snowflake on a mitten of pearl
I wore once
when everything was evergreen.
startling the thrushes-
remains to be seen.
mary angela douglas 23 november 2020
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