between the tear smudged battle lines
you read instead the star maps as they climb, the stars,
above all frays and anything else you had in mind
too far from your dreaming days
the sorrowful cost, defrayed.
let Time bear swiftly down
you will find another hour
is granted you and then another
sustaining your amazement
as you fall
unwounded into
a Spring breaking out
into little gold flowers and the Immutable.
mary angela douglas 7 octoner 2022;21 february 2023
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