the one with decks of mother of pearl;
the one that carried worlds.
more than the apples in the hold,or the rhymes of what
went before, when you were ushered through the violet door
and it was, then, Spring
you will miss
the small birds singing after the rains.
but you were succeeding, meeting and greeting,
following the trains into distances
when the amber artifacts weren't found;
when the golden ship went down.
mary angela douglas 26 june 2016