they have stolen my ruby birds
from the sunset;
the emerald rains of my Oz
the opal stillness of my hidden cause
and poached my herds of words and their resplendence.
what should I say to you
stealthy by moonlight
luring the jewel tone colours of May
I kept collecting all childhood long
just to make one shining song
today.
mary angela douglas 18 january 2023
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