what shall I do with my heart made of pink
paper
pink wrapping paper, glossy over a kite frame
pink wrapping paper, glossy over a kite frame
it flies
as if it wanted to drift with pink clouds
as if it wanted to drift with pink clouds
toward Heaven
as if its pinkness qualified it to be in that
as if its pinkness qualified it to be in that
flock
the clouds know better and the
the clouds know better and the
rose billed egrets
they are more unfettered
goodbye, clouds. my pink kite heart sighs
they are more unfettered
goodbye, clouds. my pink kite heart sighs
coming down in the rosebeds or
in a pale green meadow because that is the way
in a pale green meadow because that is the way
we
wanted to make our poem like a picture book
wanted to make our poem like a picture book
story
it lands softly, my heart. it misses the
it lands softly, my heart. it misses the
clouds already
the might have been of the egrets
the might have been of the egrets
and blending in.
but we have to buy groceries now so I reeled
but we have to buy groceries now so I reeled
it in
I being in this case, my mind or is it my will
or something else that likes gravy and mashed
I being in this case, my mind or is it my will
or something else that likes gravy and mashed
potatoes
but chooses sweet potatoes frozen instead.
ah well that's enough said.
but chooses sweet potatoes frozen instead.
ah well that's enough said.
one birthday morning we will rise
my heart and I on quite the rosy day
flinging the string to the ground
able at least to reach the ozone
and at last, God.
who has watched our progress with interest
past the seed pearls of the stars
he has scattered graciously
to light our way.
mary angela douglas 20 november 2020;18 june 2022
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