Bella And Her Flowers Perhaps, In the Snowlights

then you were taking flowers to the wrong passengers
coming off of the train
barely making it in time

in time
or out of it
as though you ducked out of the rain

into timelessness. the flowers took off
as if they belonged to Chagall
they floated upwards

they all belonged to Bella
this was another country then
dream voices said

conferring honor upon the dreamer
when we weren't living history,
just our lives

the trains have disappeared
the vantage point is snow
always snow for that artist

now unknown
who was always showing up
at the wrong time of day

with Bella's flowers
time is vanishing away
soon it will have melted completely.

my colours, coloured, sigh.

mary angela douglas 17 june 2018