holograms I have seen but I don't know where
post cards tinted in a fading script, hinting
from Here to There
stamps from a kingdom no longer with us
as they say the altars heaped up with waxen flowers
the organ music,,more than a little mournful...
I'm sleepy in the dust of Arkansas
drinking a dusty coke with my own folk
the tribe of those who assert the fairy tale
against the fatal hours
in between Here and There
I learned there was a crystal stair
a silver porthole
or is it silver because the moon has slipped
from behind the clouded centuries
an elaborate key flung down
flung down
into the mud at my feet
mary angela douglas 29 july 2018
post cards tinted in a fading script, hinting
from Here to There
stamps from a kingdom no longer with us
as they say the altars heaped up with waxen flowers
the organ music,,more than a little mournful...
I'm sleepy in the dust of Arkansas
drinking a dusty coke with my own folk
the tribe of those who assert the fairy tale
against the fatal hours
in between Here and There
I learned there was a crystal stair
a silver porthole
or is it silver because the moon has slipped
from behind the clouded centuries
an elaborate key flung down
flung down
into the mud at my feet
mary angela douglas 29 july 2018
