the next to the last page in the book
the fireworks came out of hiding
they embroidered rose petals full and shining
on the night air, the jeweled rose leaves
and we said we cannot leave earth now
it has become too beautiful
we will call our souls back
and it will be as before.
when we were little and had pink sashes.
we were the main characters
though it never seemed that way at the time
suddenly we saw it for what it was:
the whole story
the jolts on the King's Highway
the main bridges washing out
on the way to work
whole towns deserted.
my life as a fool.
what will the heroine do we said
tears streaming over the darkening page
the Sun's gold clearing it all away...
just in time
for the Matinee.
mary angela douglas 11 august 2021
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