Sunday, April 24, 2016

Something Will Be Lost

something will be lost
in-between jewel and jade;
farther than glen or glade.

something in the shade.

will it be gold-leafed,
figured in rosebuds, sung
for the Queen?

a scene from a fairy tale play
with the sequins raining down.
how will I know, if I haven't found it yet,

never rounding that corner;
never having been in that neighborhood;
never having come 

to the charabanc sum of it
on holidays that few.
choosing other things to do

like fighting off the flu;
sorting the red onions from the bread
in the cupboards; the juice of the orange

from the nectarine.

mary angela douglas 24 april 2016