(second poem in the sequence entitled "Children As They Sleep")
is it some mystically bright promontory
you will find forgotten in a modern age
recalled on a green morning so hazy by the lake
you must have dreamed it your covers all askew
while moonlight looked in on you
or you were the pirate of the ship
that sorted all the gold in the sun
or the one who sang Land ho
from your aqua green perch
or would they ever find you again
the way that you were then
so whimsically alert to every ripple in the air
in the fair kingdoms
making the repairs.
mary angela douglas 17 august 2021
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