Saturday, December 25, 2021

I'm Not Going To Do It

the flowering of stars lately in the skies

somehow I must disguise, suppress

to be thought wise I guess in my poem

and more or less never mention 

their serial and sequined recurrences in dreams

even though well

in every cell

I hear them singing crystalline belled

across the vast and Christmas distances

to me

mary angela douglas 25 december 2021

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