will you later appear in a painting by the
Impressionists, a cloud in the poet's
sky will you be transformed
you at the Graduation with your gardenia flare
or pausing for a moment on the stair
your hair braided with the gold
of a vagrant Light.
you will take flight in your white dress
at best from all life's indignities
however you are remembered.
clear to your own fingertips
in that elaborate anguish you possess,
possessed, from the Beginning.
and disappear and disappear
time and again through the grottos
where you have laid your lilies down
in the fitful grasses for one instant only
quicker than lightning how it all passess...
so that only the fictive fragment
remains for the general audience.
mary angela douglas 15 april 2017