isn't it enough that the orchid skies intensify
and then the cold.
and this is only one kingdom.
isn't it enough
the moon is a melon that is sliced by clouds
and there on your plate again
oh silver waters, there's the full melon
once more floating and floating
how many stars
and no census possible.
flower on flower flowering
failing in an orchid light
in the frost of words improbable to say
or even pronounce and
full as the dewdrop heart on the green stem
wavering in the summer heat and then,
all lilac gone
and more than enough.
only, somewhere else
mary angela douglas 18 december 2013
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