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