Friday, August 11, 2017

Where We Are Now

where we are now
I couldn't tell you
anyway not in words
paint with light my mother said
and disappeared

into infinitude of angels.
where we are now
in which summer

it's confused like a dream
when you recognize the scene
emotionally speaking

but couldn't say
the longitude or latitude
or if there is a bus

that stops at the corner.
in dream neighborhoods
its the country of the vague

is that where we are now
my seconding soul rings out
in a room of crystal

but there's no crowd to answer
there's no one left at all
when the scene stealers bear it away

and get on
with the next show.

mary angela douglas 11 august 2017