writing our words in chalk.
breaking off in mid sentence.
go back to the first measure, metronome,
conscience, word, dream;
the colour green bubbling up from the springs.
and this is sun,
occluded skies, unconcluded Everything-
and tangerine peel and what you feel
when the earth is damp
after spring rains
in a bright country
first day of school
the ruled paper
fresh out of the pack.
mary angela douglas 7 october 2016