Shall I With My New Minted Paperbacks Disappear Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

shall I with my new minted paperbacks disappear
in the maple leafed shining of the year
the gate through which we speed

I asked my dream self quietly
but first we need grilled cheese,
a few fig newtons

pieces of the Sun.
and our paste diamonds?
yes.

what's homework to me
or me to homework somewhere
Shakespeare said

meaning algebra and I'll not read
what's required necessarily
in that order

but turn the crackling pages one by one
inhaling them o sweet book perfumes
and read and read into the gloom

just to be reading out of doors
in book eternity once more.

mary angela douglas 10 march 2016