[after a painting by Van Gogh, "Portrait of Eugene Boch"]
I wasn't ordained to
sleep in your shadow to
be the wheel turning
in your hand, the pure
silver backing of your
heart's mirrored
mirror
but I still shine at your
momentary table,
breathing the flutelike air
between us-
letting the stars upon stars
unfold above your head-
mary angela douglas 13 august 2002
