it's startling to you
though you may not say anything about it
that suddenly
as you were standing in a twilight patch
the pumpkin grew
into a coach lined with green silk
the stars grow milky above your head
was it something you said, at breakfast,
you wonder
that caused it all at once to thunder
and the clouds to become cerise.
you think about this as you can
concocting something out of it
stitched together with a particoloured thread
and you ask the micelike shadows.
was this real?
people will wag their heads.no matter what you feel.
everyone has their own perspective.
but you'll apprehend
a confettied particular wind
from some Divine directive
and the moon emerges from its hiding place
your face has the far away look
of the paintings, with the Madonnas
and the frocks in your closet from an Age before
glimmer without the candle being lit.
mary angela douglas 19 july 2019
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