I'll keep the looking glass I found
that way of seeing underground
the lake blue dress I wore instead
of my favorite one.
the particoloured gyroscope of words
tumbling in my head like chirping birds
but after years won't seem so sad
it's living topside makes me glad
a little in the shade, and not the sun.
and at no tea party made of sand.
and I am thankful for the way I've come,
I really am.
mary angela douglas 11 december 2022
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