Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Every Sentence Is A Train of Pearl

every sentence is a train of pearl
gliding into whiter distances-
where you will whisper in the

cloud-filled air

remonstrances of silver

there will never be another snow
like this covering even
the beginning of silence with

softer and softer tracklessness

and no one needs to come to
your assistance under a sky

this vast-

mary angela douglas march 2005