in a hurry you explained
the rainbow on the wall
we made phone calls to
Canada
You looked at the map at
night, night beatified
your face
that wasn't there-
with just pocket change I
guess like an exiled king
you left
you left
some books on electronics
I tried to figure
out: the rooms for
rent across the street
turned out to be
condemned. I wished you
had not left like the
rainbow on the wall
mary angela douglas 1 january 1998
