LITTLE SONG WITH AN ECHO
I have fixed my star
In the nethermost sky
And I know that it
Is about to rise
To rise
I have stirred the cream
With a little spoon
And carried my silver
Into the moon
The moon
In a sky of lead
It began to snow
And the sky of lead
Began to glow
To glow
and I thought of all the words
I said
In the afternoon
When the rose was red
And when the rose it turned to white
I knew the world
Was full of light
Of light.
Mary angela douglas 24 january 2024
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