Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Random Derailments Or Telegrams

old records cannot indicate

the way we felt on the fairy tale road

interrupted by wars, lost train tickets

the sudden illness of the baby

the telegram comes while you are in the rose garden

or stacking crates in the warehouse

the kaleidoscope shifts are overwhelming

though still the summer leaves shine silver in the rains.

who can explain life's derailments

how stepping out one day before your house in the manner of Rilke

where all is moonlight is suddenly irreovocably

no longer a possible thing.

the bridge that stood there every day

suddenly washed out by the floods.

mary angela douglas 15 september 2020


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