we spent the day in the usual way
with threadlike stars approaching
and rowed us home in the boat God loaned
and werent accused of poaching
this in a dream was all it seemed
the history of children's stories
on a paper stage or on every page
oh, forever on exploring
and I still think
of the blue and the pink
the colors of early morning
that way back then
we could still begin
and still dream on
and soaring.
mary angela douglas 4 july 2023
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