Why Won't It Be The Way You Said I Wanted To Ask, But Could Not

why won't it be the way you said I wanted to ask but could not, knowing there was no answer.

what happens next? to all the questions hanging in the air

or fruit on a tree of air that nothing plucks out from a sky of wonder. why won't it be the way you said you said you said it's the shadows of leaves and not the leaves themselves; there's nothing green in this.

why won't it be why is it never when you said ever and ever and ever I wonder how to compose the poem of never and where will I bring my bunches of roses, my late valentines and

why is the strangest poem of all and who will publish it;

where?

mary angela douglas 15 august 2014