beyond kirlian coronas, the breathing of leaves
the scars on stones relieved
down to the least pebble
waterfall strands with mended rainbows
the wounded petal of the sky
when singing birds flew nigh
the cry of little stars.away from home.
gather it all in, next I heard
stentorian angels sigh
that God is walking by
around the brief, the maplike corners
of the earth where the winds blew
differently than the winds you knew
in april's past
there is the terra incognita from the mast
there is the threshold of dream
the poets who lost their standing
on an earthquake seam.
where are we going
where have you been
everything asked of everything then
and pearl answered pearl
and the merry go spin
and the riddle
I cannot tell you.
mary angela douglas 31 may 2019
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