THE MARVELOUS FLOATING BOOKSHOP AND VIRTUAL ICE CREAM EMPORIUM
[to my sister Sharon re our childhood dream of founding a bookstore/ice cream parlour/toyshop, couldn't fit the toys in, sorry
but you know I tried]
the poem with the caramel icing
turned out right
though no one knew about it
and nobody ever saw
the Marvelous Floating Bookshop and Virtual
Ice Cream Emporium on Earth
(except perhaps, me)
though I promise, it was there
painted cherry vanilla
on the little lilac lane that
only came into view
on the left hand side of the bus
when I was the only one looking out
in that direction.
and you dropped the day in your merriment
melting like a creamsicle on the hot enough
out here to fry an egg sidewalk
where who could ever tell them from the flowers,
night children petaling in a garden- thick in the shade
of lime trees, that's how I dreamed it, all summer and dusk
and lavender blue at midnight
every blade of grass bent toward us
as we wandered into the strawberry frothy feeling of
the Marvelous Floating Bookshop and
Virtual Ice Cream Emporium:
four paperbacks, 25 cents each
wrapped in brown paper tied with a string
and no string theory and just for you or me
entranced in our summer reading and wearomg
seersucker striped dresses in different colours
and taking our ease with some treat
lusciously malted through and through and
I'll have a cherry phosphate stylish Rose said
in a book we both read
crackling new
with a papery perfume
like a box of penny valentines just opened
and every heart
for you at the singular page
only you will decipher
still and still and still
you wander or you will among tinted illustrations0
comic book classics
toward the drugstore racks in dreams that squeak
when you turnstile turn them:
content is a fizzing fountain coke with one magic scoop
of vanilla
and mysterious odes of poets never heard from on earth
mary angela douglas 8 july 2013;18 may 2024
