Thrown Wildly Pink And Blue Metal Jacks

thrown wildly pink and blue metal jacks

have scattered

on a summer backyard porch:

doll galaxies
and a cherry red rubber ball to match
(one sun).

you throw again,

then the sun goes down.

the sun goes down into the grass

behind the vacant lot trees
across our street corner while we're

feeling different than before.
an unexpected shift, a creasing of seems.

is it, the night air?

it's Arkansas pine green

I long to wear

on the first day of school

in Heaven.

mary angela douglas 7 april 2015