I have loved braided rains
rainbows in oil on the carport.
being in the painting of the day we're in
and standing still when the winds begin
to ruffle the trees of april
scattering the plum petals before us as if
we were royalty or every moment was a wedding.
so many phases later still
i remember the whippoorwill
call that my Grandfather made
"lemonade stirred in the shade"
the silver rhinestone buttons
on my grandmother's red taffeta
dressed for the recitals where she played Liebestraum
better than anyone.
the calm of after school.
and after work.
eternally the feeling of turning home in all weathers
in sleep or out of it,
reading the stars.
mary angela douglas 8 march 2020
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