Goodnight! I hold one star aloft
the one in tinfoil wrapped for the children's play
and you may think I'll have no where to stay
but I'll stay here
collecting the fallen blossoms year to year
in my museum of pinks and apricots
that's saying a lot you will not countenance
because you're frowning, grousing it's not on the map
what do I care.I find the chocolates wrapped in gold
and spend them everywhere
and tinker with the ant hills under the moon
and sing to so neglectful you
who think that information will save the world
goodnight goodnight
I'll say in silver to whomever's listening still
or pray the angels take my songs to God, I will
and hush my ministering spirits hence
where language still is innocence.
mary angela douglas 21 september 2021
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