The Kingdom Of Left Behind

the kingdom of left behind grows on its own,

stone turning into flowers;

ferns skipping a step, forget the coal

and diamond shine and gradually the seas decline

and a home appears with sheer curtains,

lilacs on the winds

that blow the let's be dours away and all the

nickering clouds have come to stay in a blue

silk sky-corral

and you wear pastels so that that cannot say

to you any longer- those who happen by:

with any real clarity

sunrise,sunset; which it is then

the end or the beginning?

mary angela douglas 12 april 2016