for Mary Chapin Carpenter, her music
the dew on the rose in the song I heard
the parting of the clouds
the light through the harp that was rippling sound
was mine alone in the deafening crowd.
the song of birds has infused my soul
in a dark time, not a time of gold
the rose in the song is living still
though the road I climb is ever uphill.
mary angela douglas 8 november 2020
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