I will learn the brightest words
the words with the sun in them
the candlelit words from the Lord God
let twilight words be welcomed too
the words of reverie and dream
let the wolf bane words be banished
the words that snarl,
the words that hiss, be done with this.
I will catch the silver breadcrumbs unawares
up early before the birds, before all dawns
and strew the paths with them as if all
paths were May at the springtide
and sing sleep my child
awake my child no more
at the lion's door
for the children in flight
missing home
every poem of apple delight
torch bright and inextinguishable..
mary angela douglas ``14 november 2021;6 april 2023
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