Out of the river of endless stars
How did you come to be where you are
How can you ponder it being so small
Instead you turn
To the garden wall
And play in the shadow of morning glories
Purple and orange and bluish pink too
And know in your heart
Though you cant quite say it
That you are part of the morning too
mary angela douglas 9 may 2024
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