how clouds formed over the city
first there were rose red flares
and then green zig zags from
the county fair, starting early; a lost meteor shower
a dappling of stars
and you forget where you are
you could be anywhere outside this kingdom
and in the light you think you are
this dazzlement is so bizarre so unaccustomed
in the folkways, the bars, the pop up cafes
you're still at work when it happens in a daze
a maze of files and floor on floor
and not supposed to notice but ignore
still leashed in the working day
as you trundle on towards payday
any occurrence in the outside world
but you know anyway,
because you're prescient.
mary angela douglas 21 august 2019
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