Pegasus

these realities are so unformed

not like the immaculate visions

that once rose before us

when we were commissioned

with the first snowfall of

exquisite words

and the petals of the stars

drifted

in your so elaborate sleep-

these realities are so

unsolicited:

but we are unremaindered

and will not give our lives

just to be granted an interview.

even minus a "good job"

let the soul flame out from star to star,

not a horse to be installed

but to run through heaven, encrypted.

Pegasus!  My gem-bridled friend light

mint-green is the day

whenever we ride together:

seeding the clouds near the

office park with

Roses of Pure Vermeil,

we are never that professional

when immaculate visions rise before us.

mary angela douglas october 2009