I will learn the brightest words
the words with the sun in them
the candlelit words from the Lord God
let the night words be banished
let the wolf gold words begone
and the sonar flares.
I will catch the silver breadcrumbs unawares
up early before the birds, before all dawns
and strew the paths with them
and sing sleep my child
awake my child no more
at the lion's door
for the children in flight
missing home
every poem,
torch bright and inextinguishable..
mary angela douglas ``14 november 2021
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