Friday, November 28, 2014

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