for Hans Christian Andersen
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it may be God had let her be
such a queen over the small things
wild strawberries, pieces of rainbow scuttled
broken off into the puddles picked at by sparrows;
among the wild cherries,
her kingdoms called thumbdoms
by the scholars.
she didn't mind
if she could find a striped cupped flower inverted
to stay in
when the dewdrop rains settled in
so she was allowed to be
at home where the baby moths
became
a kind of crescent ahining
to cheer her up
when the violets' leaves turned under
and she dropped off their cliffs.
mary angela douglas 4 august 2023
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