Saturday, May 07, 2016

In The Library Of The Paramount

in the library of the paramount
she kept rose leaves, scraps of summer grass
the overpass of trees

and the violets beneath the leaves
the flecks off the waters.
o sons and daughters she cried

what is it you have lied for
what do you work at every day
oblivious to these

the greatest of the small
while you are walled up


mary angela douglas 7 may 2016