the wonderful year could be this year
when the grass grows even taller
though an apple core or an orange peel
could make you grow much smaller
it could be waiting beside the door
to a place you've never chartered before
it could be under lock and key
and suddenly spring, by angels set free
it could be when there's a buttermilk sun
and personal letters and lots of fun
and sweeping the floor of the gold dust fine
and all of your castles as suddenly rise
the wonderful year could come any day
so don't throw the calendar ever away
just circle the date till it all comes true
in gummed stars of gold or of ocean blue
and make it a holiday when it is not
and think there's a treasure ship coming to dock
and dance without slippers and breathe without air
and live out your life on a diamond back dare
that if you expect it you'll notice it soon
whatever it is that is so festooned
and flying to meet you if you're prepared
if you've tried to be good and prayed all your prayers
to laugh in its branches and slide down its stairs
when the day comes loaded with circus pink clouds
and no one suspects that you're dreamed it out loud.
mary angela douglas 17 august 2023
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