the hidden things
with secret wings
have taken refuge
in a small way, with me
so that I float when they do
or appear to
barely visible in the photograph
of a wright brothers' early experiment
or sigh, sprightly arise
when they arise
one pouf of a rose petal
on a frost grided sky;
or berry stained.
how will you make your money
how will you spend your time
the earth is always turning
on such an ephemeral dime.
I fill out the dream queries
never minding the lack of replies
only God in his mysteries
crackles the new found spells
while I make dollish masterpieces
from gilded acorn shells.
mary angela douglas 28 december 2022;rev. 2 february 2023
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