Here's The Vivid Crayon Of The Sun

here's the vivid crayon of the sun

the one that's not broken

the very one you could peel

instead of oranges

if the fairytale required it-

to survive

and the gold foil

chocolate coins in

nets of confetti-stars

fall out of the cupboards

of old houses

whenever you yank the

little glass knobs too hard-

it's

just in time for supper

in your new thrift-store

dress with a second-best

stiff-starch magenta petticoat;

it's fine as Christmas wrapping,

pleated like a star

only God could summon

even as another interview falls through

or simply melts away...

there's still the lemon-waxy streetlight where

the last bus waits for you only

slightly transformed

mary angela douglas 21 august 2010