in Spring or just before she sighed
the soul longs for a floral dress
one of polished cotton with
a generous skirt tnat swirls
and you want to whirl
without dizziness as if
you were a child when the
green grass seemed everything
to you then the green grass
seemed like Heaven could be
and the Soul with its foreground
of polished green, its generous
sprinkling of roses, spiced
carnations, blue
hydrangeas of pale lilies, intensified moonlight
is dancing even without the tune
mary angela douglas 12 february 2015
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