leaving small kingdoms
where the gossip ripens along with the peaches
while you work in root cellars
while others hit the beaches
while you dream your winter dreams
and come apart at all the seams
and sow your tickets underground
and leave their worlds without a sound
maybe along some country road where
the skies are bursting with pomegranate stars and galaxies
you will make peace with your God
apart from all these anomalies
and remember in a fading hour
that once you too were flowers, earth
birdsong soaring above it all.
mary angela douglas 5 may 2020
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