all day at the transient window
I see ghost houses floating
little ghost gardens
with transparencies of roses
sheer azaleas
and a green awning flapping
like a kite a green green garden
chair
old kitchens everywhere with
yellow curtains attics with old
Christmas toys the vintage valentines
on a field day and now, colliding
with postcard tinted clouds
old hearts come sailing back on
unexpected reversals of breeze
cut out, construction paper
to someone's Mama
forever
mary angela douglas 22 march 2015
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