to understand the founding of the sun
the enigma of clouds in their various
dispositions of rose
there arose one
who had within himself
the reality of sunflowers
who burst upon the page
in saffron
who faded as the day fades.
as the day fades,
I think on my porch
my invisible wrap around porch
of him, while drinking my tea with mint;
not him exactly,
but the way that he saw clouds,
the cloudiness in his work and in his stars
if, indeed, that may be called his;
maybe, for a little while, on loan
that comes and goes
that flows out windows
through the poplars
and into the green Beyond
into the green beyond
where the railing is
and its description.
mary angela douglas 25 may 2019
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