imagine a museum of roller coasting tales
of wild eyed carousels, the rain stippled horses
of far legend
a museum of winds. of rains:
the pattering, the misunderstood and now redeemed jeweled beadings on old windowpanes, on roofs the color of fire
imagine...
a museum of green rivers and greener trees
and summer dioramas and children brimming over
with field flowers.
even then, is it enough?
in a corner of stained glass radiance
rosier than Chartres
with isinglass rose petals opening
on the day:
a yellow house
is not torn down is not torn down is not
torn down.
is here.
to stay.
mary angela douglas 26 february 2015
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