long live the Emerald City I said
to no one near but God
long live the place where we were fed
bright cereals, crackling in milk.
and though this world be full of the ilk
of those who harry us dawn to dusk
that we may earn a simple crust
long live, long live the storybook friends
and the ones that shone from the movie marquees
or even from the small tvs
in our past, erstwhile living rooms
where we found respite from the dooms and glooms.
and for eternal beatitudes and singing all along the way,
long live our mutual courage and the ruby shoes
the golden means to the golden end
the path we took so far from home
not knowing where we were going then
on the backs of cyclonic furies
that led us somehow back again
through many trials my friend, my friend.
mary angela douglas 20 november 2021;2 april 2023
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