climbing out of the pit on toy ladders
we waved gaily to the neighbors
to the cream fresh picket fences
and the gladioli.
how glad we are to be out of there we laughed
and the sun laughed with us
the violet shadows on the rose beds.
what a bad dream we had
till the toys woke us up,
the insistent bears.
look everywhere they said.
their paws expressing over enthusiasm
which was of course their norm:
it's always Spring. we're always born.
the sky is ridiculously blue
the pictures in our school readers
all coming true.
mary angela douglas 14 december 2021
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