Your Words Turned To Rain And Then To Snow

[To Antoine St. Exupery]

your words turned to rain and then to snow.

then there was silence.

you trudged on alone.

your words spun are roman candled,

flowers over the river then 

the river dries;

the candles all burn out or are

birthday cake apart blown

.true wishes delayed while the aircraft is missing...

how long you stayed on your small planet

quizzing your one star

no one later on supposed from the evidence.

but I had a dream that your

words turned to rain and then to snow.

and twig by twig, you set it all down

so visitng angels coming upon that ground

would know a poet lived here once

with barely enough room to breathe;

and God was not displeased.

mary angela douglas 28 november 2014