WOULD IT BE SUMMER
to my sister, near her birthday
if I could find the colour wheels
you must have stashed in the closet
would it suddenly be summer then?
your Prang watercolours...school
dresses with sashes
the board games, the rains,
the lemonades while we watched
Peter Ibvetson on t.v.
the refrigerator dough cookies
we always burned on the bottom
crispier that way.
if I could find.
one creamy clover
or a purple one
or the tree shade
where we played
in our oceans of time.
the gypsum or the eglantine
the fun filled gemmy pretense at ballet
the flecks of quartz
the history of caves
never knowing their names
and all the guessed at flowers...
our fear of bees.
the poured out honey hours
the memory of
our shadows stretched out
on the sidewalk goblin like or
the bubbles blown and wobbling
in our shared sunshine colder when
opened at Christmas time
with a happy tinge of chill
elliptical rainbows on the windowsills of dreaming.
the indoors pale pale blue
and the white curtains
drawn like clouds
at evening with its star or two
shielding us in being new
illumined in the pink nightlights.
mary angela douglas 4 august 2015;rev. 9 march 2016
to my sister, near her birthday
if I could find the colour wheels
you must have stashed in the closet
would it suddenly be summer then?
your Prang watercolours...school
dresses with sashes
the board games, the rains,
the lemonades while we watched
Peter Ibvetson on t.v.
the refrigerator dough cookies
we always burned on the bottom
crispier that way.
if I could find.
one creamy clover
or a purple one
or the tree shade
where we played
in our oceans of time.
the gypsum or the eglantine
the fun filled gemmy pretense at ballet
the flecks of quartz
the history of caves
never knowing their names
and all the guessed at flowers...
our fear of bees.
the poured out honey hours
the memory of
our shadows stretched out
on the sidewalk goblin like or
the bubbles blown and wobbling
in our shared sunshine colder when
opened at Christmas time
with a happy tinge of chill
elliptical rainbows on the windowsills of dreaming.
the indoors pale pale blue
and the white curtains
drawn like clouds
at evening with its star or two
shielding us in being new
illumined in the pink nightlights.
mary angela douglas 4 august 2015;rev. 9 march 2016
