Tuesday, June 28, 2016


you with your peridot rings from the gumball machines
your oversugared lemonades
your desire to live out of the shade

all summer long, for reasons unknown,
I dreamed you had come home
and were happy there

practicing your scales again
on a keyboard of sheer diamonds
so that the birds chirped

wildly as though you were april.
where have these sounds vanished
I ask no one else possible

that in the heart sparkle, endlessly recalled
as though you were braiding, still,
an indigo ribbon in and out of

the enchanted woods

mary angela douglas 28 june 2016