drinking the pineapple wind out of a cloud
we picked nasturtiums on an orange hill.
and coloured the sun so carefully.
open the window because
the world shines like cut grass cologne
the breeze colors the snow cones secretly
when you can't see the ice edge wear away
knowing that summer can't
pass away.and all the board games can be
played as many times as you like
and you're walking in the rain cleaned air at camp
with the stars over all of it all of it or
home, in the a/c dressed in sunsets
with your mother and grandmother
squeezing the lemons and the limes
to quench the shaded thirst of time
we picked nasturtiums on the purple hill
and let the dolls out for fresh air
and knew that the leaves of the silken trees
were calling after us
in dreams where we had left them behind
mary angela douglas 14 june 2014
