Rusty Sleep When The Weather Vanes Creak

just to see how the weather vanes blew

I got up from a rusty sleep

I got up and thought about you

whatever  you are 

while skidding, stopping on a dime

or taking the train out just in time

that beat out time with a metronome

and crane your neck toward every throne

on best behavior far from home

of you who wait for the big parades

and can't acknowledge

the fairies in their far corners. well.

here comes a lilac a darling spell

of me not wishing you very well

and the biscuit's hard

and the jelly won't gel

because you live in a way pell mell

and here comes the blind shade up at last

on all that happened in the past

of me not thinking you very kind

there's a scent of skunk wild onions bloom

under the strawberry strawberry moon

and I have skimmed the cream of stars

and know exactly what you are

and need no weather vane to tell

the truth from a lie

at the wishing well.

this copper coin has spent its last

on all that happened in the past.

mary angela douglas 30 july 2020