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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