carry water up an unseen stair
you alone replenish the garden
o my angel, in your Juliet cap
or sit beside the small hearth in the castle
until you drowse for centuries
being mentioned isn't everything
it's being in a Dream that lasts
that counts, accounts
for Everything seedpearled
oh little girl
Be Spring in your stain glassed corner
all by yourself, rose window shade,
the lilac well of Time.
mary angela douglas 21 november 2022
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