Monday, March 27, 2023

I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT (FINAL VERSION)

 

the flowering of stars lately in the skies

somehow I must disguise, suppress

to be thought wise I guess in my poem

how it makes me feel

and more or less never reveal 

their serial and sequined recurrences in dreams

even though well

in every cell

I hear them singing crystalline belled

across the vast and Christmas distances,

to me

mary angela douglas 25 december 2021

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