Saturday, March 07, 2015

The Capital By Late Moonlight

clocking through the metro turnstiles
I went further than expected
happy on the pavements near

the flowering cherry; the embassies
of few charities. on the way to see Monet.
marble at midnight glows 

as if each building were a moon.
are we really this planet dreamily
I mused;the working day sped ahead

and political conjecture.

yellow leaves came down
annointing the matinees, ballets
I survived to see.

and turning through the turnstile
once again through crowds perfecting
professional repartee

ah still I only see

Spring petaling the pavements
colonizing the moons.

mary angela douglas 7 march 2015