Jewelry Box Tune For Dorothy Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

one emerald falls and then another;
brilliants from the recurring sky,
a little worn out from a repeating dream

and are you looking back in Time?

is that allowed here?
better go back to prairie chores;
the thinned out clouds

to scraping the last bit of butter
on your toast.
but heavy on the plum preserves.

oh but you can't you said
expect that from me
with all those emeralds in my head

and you want a jewelry box for Christmas
lined in cream satin instead of overshoes...
one with the wisp of a dancer

turning in miniscule circles
to a fancy dime sized tune.
a box of the moon and stars

from the emporium
whenever you look inside;
and postcards from old friends.

the one where you hide

whenever the wind starts up
when you're out of school and
half way home

with your little pup
when the dust kicks up...
and so alone.

mary angela douglas 30 october 2015