THERE IS NO WIND;THE EARTH IS STILL

there is no wind;the earth is still

wild grasses grow high on every hill

the geese fly in circles in a fairytale reel

and in my dream there's nothing to feel

Im still the goose girl in disguise

or the only one left who does not lie

to get the job to keep the job

to wander richly on my own

but in the soil I plant the magic beans

and who can tell

but that my harp

will echo ancient melodies

will echo ancient melodies

mary angela douglas 11 january 2023