you in your picture hat, in an antique frame;
did the rains stop for you as you crossed the street
holding your gown above the puddles?
then I imagine you on the train, the tram, the trolly
going home, with lilac thoughts
or standing in line at the picture show
or eating a sherbet made of rosepetals,
snow, or pineapple ice.
perhaps life was never this way.
perhaps you scrounged in the day to day
I cannot be sure.
in the photograph your gaze is heavenly.
mary angela douglas 12 july 2016
did the rains stop for you as you crossed the street
holding your gown above the puddles?
then I imagine you on the train, the tram, the trolly
going home, with lilac thoughts
or standing in line at the picture show
or eating a sherbet made of rosepetals,
snow, or pineapple ice.
perhaps life was never this way.
perhaps you scrounged in the day to day
I cannot be sure.
in the photograph your gaze is heavenly.
mary angela douglas 12 july 2016