In the Land of Oz
Another Friday assigned
the number thirteen has ended
uneventfully or maybe it just seems
that way to me whose days from that
of my birth if they had hues
have been a mix of black and somber gray
like films produced in the distant past
as if I’ve been cast in the part of Dorothy
in a colorless Kansas though no tornado
ever came to carry me away over the rainbow
There are no gorgeous greens or radiant reds
gold as gleams in the strands of your hair
or beautiful blues like the azure of your eyes
unlike for you who luck has bathed in the
brilliance of her warm and luminous light
What is it like to live in the Land of Oz
where the world is so wondrous and bright?
Copyright © Angela Douglas | Year Posted 2022
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