in Heaven it wasn't written this way:
all classroom textbook beef, jerky dried
the kings were in the footnotes
even when they died mid circumstance and pomp
in tiny print not even the dolls could read,
and they could read...oh such a romp
the artisans were tired
and sat under the shade trees
(of being that organized.)
and purple testaments belonged
to the wildflowers
to certain berries, to daydreamed hours
and Audubon led the choirs.
lest we forget
the farmers almanac inset
with silver moons
and the whens to plant strawberries
illuminated like old manuscripts;
recipe clippings cut and saved
from newspaper columns
for Lady Baltimore Cake
oh everything that quaint
and other sundries from
the fancy catalogues
were all the rage.adored from
page to page by
those called average, civilians
in their Time On Earth.
imagine that Heaven gleamed
for the ragbag sorters
the miffed in lesser quarters
angels in the corners of antique maps
helping their ships set sail
in the small ponds
and under the bridge
with swan carvings
where the children played.
the game called
Former Days
as they were remembered by the
poets exiled
elaborating the jade trees;
how it felt then in Tivoli
when the opal winds blew
the stars clear glass out of the skies
make way make way for Apple Pie
Applique and the ladies painting china
in the retirement homes
and it came their time to die.
all ages folded into one
Dantesque Rose.
mary angela douglas 30 november 2018;rev. 23 january 2019
all classroom textbook beef, jerky dried
the kings were in the footnotes
even when they died mid circumstance and pomp
in tiny print not even the dolls could read,
and they could read...oh such a romp
the artisans were tired
and sat under the shade trees
(of being that organized.)
and purple testaments belonged
to the wildflowers
to certain berries, to daydreamed hours
and Audubon led the choirs.
lest we forget
the farmers almanac inset
with silver moons
and the whens to plant strawberries
illuminated like old manuscripts;
recipe clippings cut and saved
from newspaper columns
for Lady Baltimore Cake
oh everything that quaint
and other sundries from
the fancy catalogues
were all the rage.adored from
page to page by
those called average, civilians
in their Time On Earth.
imagine that Heaven gleamed
for the ragbag sorters
the miffed in lesser quarters
angels in the corners of antique maps
helping their ships set sail
in the small ponds
and under the bridge
with swan carvings
where the children played.
the game called
Former Days
as they were remembered by the
poets exiled
elaborating the jade trees;
how it felt then in Tivoli
when the opal winds blew
the stars clear glass out of the skies
make way make way for Apple Pie
Applique and the ladies painting china
in the retirement homes
and it came their time to die.
all ages folded into one
Dantesque Rose.
mary angela douglas 30 november 2018;rev. 23 january 2019
