how fervently we wished
that the map in ice cream colours
had been the real map
of the World.
the one marked for Treasure.
and Treasure would be found
and then we would sit down
on the checkered cloth for a picnic.
huge cookies, all around
with molten chocolate in the sun
when wishes were young.
and the ice cream map melting
and we are laughing
by infinite streams
in the tall grasslands
and the grass, leaning upwards
into the stars
mary angela douglas 15 april 2015
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