whatever pink cloud you are perhaps on at times viewing my longitude
and latitude perched in Heaven I wish I could send you a trial
balloon escaped from Court
haha, or a vintage valentine or two that would come to life you know
like the doves in Cinderella holding looped and pale blue sateen
ribbon in their beaks all curlicued (the ribbon, not their beaks);I
know you would laugh at that)
and a picture hat loaded down with pink irrepressible roses.
posies Grandmother will say correcting me in a new fashioned way
that still feels perrenially old fashioned but I'm not here to say
anything cloying its just
I would like to see you both for the day, great grqndmother too
and whisper a childish blandishment or two and write in your albums
in sepia ink
I think I think therefore I dance because you taught me to
even on the rough waves when no one comes to save the mermaid from
turning to foam on the jade green sea.
which was, anyway, what she wanted to be
to show her undying Love.
mary angela douglas 30 january 2021
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