We will be breathing on our own
In the winds that gather from the far north
Tempered with Spring
Kite weather, we will say,
Laughing, and for the whole earth, imagine!
And oxygen will seem like gold to us
From the fir trees of remembrance
the air after storms
glitter with light;
the stars be fragrant.
mary angela douglas 22 march 2024
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