Wednesday, December 26, 2018

For The Angels Dressed In Green

did children in another scene
make jump rope rhymes of angels
dressed in green

when they leaned too far over the edge
of the poster board sea
we painted tempera dark blue waves

and, quickly, a small boat outlined rose red

on a sky blue cardboard in May, instead
or just before summer
scissored shirt board cut outs

emulating the paper doll sets of birthdays
beloved

never seeing the soft pink sunsets accumulating
as a problem in arithmetic
the recurrences of Spring

as a whittling down of our singing life is but a dream
in rounds where
white candles and the veil implicit

of our childhood dreams

our vows.are Paramount.
I know where they are now
I said to a roomful of scientists in my dream

a convention on  Time 
but they didn't believe me.

mary angela douglas 26 december 2018;rev. 17 january 2019