there's the body of the book on the table
and I know you will instruct the young
on how to dissect it
naming each part, ferreting out each theme.
what does the author mean.
I think of clouds of how Icarus flew
too near the sun and that is reading to me
not finding images one by one allusions
to the times the author lived in.
perhaps I won't be forgiven but
I think of angels with flaming wings
of the prophets swallowing the coal of the scroll
and I wonder who appointed you
to knok at the gate of my mind
while I was drifting on the waves of words so fine
refined
through Space, Infinity not caring whose team was winning
who kept the score in every inning
and dreaming of what I was Reading.
as if I were the dream itself.
at the very Beginning.
mary angela douglas 19 september 2020
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