so prince charming in the rose garden seemed
the saviours of that country
mythological on the globe
the children kept turning in the piano studio
in pastel pink or green
against the blue tides
with the cream coloured borders
near the photo of Mt. Aetna.
now all is gone, sundered after a mere clap of thunder,
gone under
rude floods have washed almost every bridge out;
the neighbors emerge with lanterns held high
but the sky has disappeared.
inclement as the years
that once, were gracious.
mary angela douglas 20 august 2023
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