we'll lodge in the cracks in the ceiling overnigt
when the earth shifts
being tiny has its benefits;God is not remiss
or lean against in the tallest grass
broken off pieces of angel statuary
I want the one with the bruised wing
I call dibs.
somehow we'll manage this way;we'll live
living off one wild strawberry a day
for dinner the two peas in a pod
they'll find us odd in town
too little to go shopping or to the matinee
but they did anyway
we'll still live on with all our cousins too
under the bluebird's song
weaving the cornflowers
into blue crowns.
mary angela douglas 19 january 2022;22 march 2023
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