bridals of the plum
sweet cherry or apple
who would not want to live
in such a kingdom
where it snows flowers
when only the wind blows
and by no command
let velvet trumpets sound
white velvet murmured the syringa
near a childhood home, dissolved.
we are wreathed very fine
only walking by you
and in all the neighborhoods
of white and green
sometimes a pale pink blushing
toward the stars lifts the wayward
petals-
longing to be constellations
mary angela douglas 29 october 2013
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