Monday, March 14, 2016

You Have A Beautiful Provenance

you have a beautiful provenance rippled my grandmother
in my dream as if she were harp strings
and I laughed

how could I not agree
everyone almost loves the home
they grew up in

I would not want any other
even the house I imagined when a child
would come to me unexpectedly

wrapped, a little large under the Christmas Tree
that fitted me exactly
with shutters the colors of roses

with time at my disposal
a tiny front yard

mary angela douglas 13 march 2016