Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Imagine A Compendium of Stars, Of Lilac Branching Music

imagine a compendium of stars, of lilac branching music
ah! Rachmoninoff, preludes and pale green (silk) is the dress
you would wear with a snowy shawl as if you were April

in the play where the backdrop of cherry trees lends a pink edge
to the hem of your dreaming; imagine
you're Chekov's seagull girl and you believe in

love itself and have no word for betrayal
in the handbook of languages you've
certainly read from cover to cover,

without anyone suspecting;
your soul on wings from the beginning
and you are always- beginning-

on the first and liquid notes

mary angela douglas 26 november 2014