the flowers in the lobby paintings do not bend
to the standing orders through they seem to
breathe fixed colors in the light of day.
by night the blue moths come, the incremental breezes.
here in the ease of the long ago gardens
we could rest if we chose.
but the late shift has such things to do
the flowers are eclipsed and pale and pensively
the moonlight weeps
in slow tears barred
from expensive corridors
from expensive corridors
mary angela douglas 28 september 2014
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