how could we remember where to go
in daylight enterprise or how or when
would the trains leave after seeing them?
let the purple skies remind you
at day's end
there are other ways to go
than the here and now
treading on the sidewalks
that you know
past the same brick houses
row on row.
you can look at the loggias in snow
and let it be their snow on snow
let it be the strange dreams sown
with ancient moonlight looking on
the light from
passed away stars.
mary angela douglas 8 february 2017