I had a dream of the sun
and an orange crayon
an orange so bright it was almost subtropical
an orange to outorange whole groves
that colour I painted it
and I know
no eclipse will ever encroach
Its honeycomb hivedness
its liveliness
and in a shoebox with magenta tissue
I kept it all winter long
and here it is dispelling darkness
in my song.
mary angela douglas 26 november 2023
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