for Ray Bradbury on his 100th birthday and all those who love him and his stories...forever
to live in the beauty of the story as it is unfolding is granted to only some
to fix the moment like a star, like a red leaf falling
to remember the air crisp as apples
the shadow on the stair to recreate
the sudden shaft of sunlight through the emerald trees
the snow crowning everything the wilderness rains
I tried I tried to see and be this simultaneously
to freeze all the fragile disappearing
through a lens of rose or one of amber October shearing
not only to compose the music but to live within it
singing and singing
I am alive in all the cherry red dimensions
as far as the reach of white blue space
and heaven and earth besides
right now in the honeyed cornucopia of all my days and ways
and you are alive too. darling reader
darling and ever christened ever living reader
beyond the margins of all the stories that are
that were, that ever will be.
as far as the marigold eye can see.
mary angela douglas 22 august 2020
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