dreaming the poem you want to read
small birds come through the window
with ribbons curled of song, of the glossiest blue
festooning your room and even the closet
is full of stars, star closet God packed it so
to the brim you will never run out of light
nor the singing birds so gladsome in flight
write before Time, before history compiled its
book of radiant sorrows, write for Tomorrow
write toward the transfiguration, Christ illuminating
all the should have not beens
packed into one day where all the angels
just haul them away.
and the trees start blossoming, april whispering
you're all on the sweet Green page again.
mary angela douglas 12 may 2021
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