small ruby trains are chugging up the hills
of the fog bound cities suddenly wrapped in rain
and I am spelling out old names again
in a fitful dream on the chalkboards of the skies
that need dusting
where are the toys of kings
in the years gone by
who will inform the kings
that time must fly
and sighs all scrambled be
like ruby ships all foundering
on the key lime seas
every day the messengers arrive
is one more day of treading
the crumbling bridge
and wondering who will cross
and vanish away
that's all the news we have for you today.
mary angela douglas 3 june 2023
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