we were so happy with the lemon drop sun
with the pink cakes in cartoon picnics
on red checked cloths
and the light green lace of april trees
I dont see how Eternity
could not have these as well
as angel choirs. there sinking in mud
in the rain soaked lanes
and the scent of the flowers all our own
would feel like home;like home, prolonged
and the flowers would never die there.
the blossoms would only get brighter.
we would wait for the stars
but not the Sunset.
mary angela douglas 6 august 2019
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