Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Song For Therese Of Lisieux

keep me as the apple
plum peach
apricot and

muscadine of Your Eye
in all the hills, hillocks
burrows, rabbit hutches

flower-filled canyons on
Your green stone;
count me as all your stars,

extant-
though each one's carved
with hearts and wings to burn and
flow away...

I favor blue morpheus wings in
Heaven- please remember I
don't want to intrude

whenever you're painting your
rainbows' cherry after cherry
double-hinged but wouldn't you

rather make
for old time's sake:
another flood of roses?

remember that I am Your dove
though pressed in a leatherbound
book of saints and tissue-veiled

though edged all around in obdurate Gold-

mary angela douglas 6 september 2011

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