it's the colours of my dream sheep
that keep me from ever falling asleep
that fleecy the skies that are tangerine
above the emerald wimpling stream
saffron, mint yellow the sun in a cove
the cowslip stariness on the road
that lines a path not in the news
and sparkles and sequins
all out on the mews.
mary angela douglas 13 january 2024
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