and I was alive in the cherry-sprigged day
she said to herself, smoothing her rose taffeta-
before the recitals dissolved and just when
the sprinklers were on and we went out
secretly into the side yard
plucking the sunset gardenias
my shadow and I
in our familiar glade.
and will it lengthen
in the blue blue grass
my soul's flounced dress
pink as the azalea shrubery
with God forever
taking out the hem.
and will the dusk settle
like a summer snow
like a summer snow
on all you know
tinting the ice cream
and the moonlight that
was then and can I live there
ever again
mary angela douglas 28 february 2014
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