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
ah still I only see
Spring petaling the pavements
colonizing the moons.
mary angela douglas 7 march 2015