I Have Lost The Robins Egg Blue Of My Easter Dress

I have lost the robins egg blue of my Easter dress

the small girl cried into a ruffled breeze;

the candy taste of orange, lemon, grape bright

shells enclosing creaminess; the new grass,

patent leather shining, the certainty of the petticoats

starched and

layer on layer of the cake with indelible roses

meltingly I turn to find, imagining I am in

the Great Ballets and always in

rose tulle or robins egg blue at the after parties

where they serve strawberry ice cream freely

and play pin the tale on the Donkey in the carports

and give small prizes in the afternoons,

and ring the bicycle bells

two times two on Sundays

festively, for good measure.

mary angela douglas 21 september 2013