Cranking The Livelong Ice Cream Day

cranking the livelong ice cream day
on porches out of the sun
we never danced upon

do their angels see us
in the yard at play?the ghosts
of their summers?

and what will they say to us

later on, in Heaven.
did you play too, your spools
on a different coloured thread,

your lives.
trajectories come and go.
and snows.

our orchards are too pruned.
your poets wandered in a vast demesne
before the wars, in love with rain

and every single thing.
and every single living thing.

mary angela douglas 1 november 2015