Where, Larkspur, Have The Purple Winds Gathered

where, larkspur,have the purple winds gathered

I asked the flowers in the picture book.

I asked the flowers.

didn't you hear me? they screamed in school yards
into the clouds so no one else would hear.

while year after year
near the apple trees

I pelted them with prisms in my sleep.

why in group pictures must you look so far-away?

as if the snows settled only on your shoulders?

brushing the lace away. I turned to go-

to go forever from the mocking angels;

all this is music now

mary angela douglas 22 october 2014