Ahead Of The Evictors

coming back from tea
it starting to rain
we stood in a portico.
this was in a dream

and thought about great literature
as it used to be esteemed
and wondered at the tearose 

colour of the clouds.. what meaning there ie
in the unspoken gestures of the sky
the evanescence of snows.

this is another kingdom I know
a place I could have stayed granted one
bubble wanded wish of a summer's day

and afforded small sandwiches
to tide me over.
in the world as it is now

where is there to stay.
any sparrrow in a nest can be dislodged
because some one eyes prime real estate

and wants to make a killing in a time of plague.
still within a dream I dreamed of great music
Beethoven in the hereafter

Chopin half in love with his own nocturnes
things of this nature.
now I will live in no country at all

or stay momentarily at petaled corners
unsure of the crosswalks.
my soul having vacated the premises
ahead of the evictors.

mary angela dougla 4 april 2020