such a person cannot perish really
forever he must find the exact right galoshes
for the lone corner of the room
where the sun almost comes in
where it has been painted, slightly maroon
and brush the cobwebs carefully
noting it down in a new album
in impeccable handwriting
today I took care of the cobwebs
holding the world together as if with sudden Luna moths
in my nearly broken hands
one could imagine this forever
an artist could come or an angel
on the same day and forge diamonds
out of the air down by the baseboards
where the smaller kingdoms are
or in one swathe of the picture
where it was blue green for a day
where the drabness was
interrupted by the candy wrapper fairy tale
that stayed.
mary angela douglas 31 may 2023
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