I take delight in the creamy fact that my poems from time to time
are a little rococo in their rhymes, their extensions at the ballet
barre
my ballerina poems in starry tutus with tons of tulle in all the
pastels
and sequined as well and spotlighted
in lavender lighting or rose or who knows what lemony spectrums
oh why not be fantastico what's wrong with a few gilded angels peering over
the balustrades. the porticoes with amethyst sunbrusts
I won't be in the parade of the minimal I deal in the joys of the subliminal
I want to be on a golden wire to speak with clouds is my desire
as if it were summer forever
as if no deluge had come on earth
and in the linen skies surprise it
was raining down emeralds, emeralds!
mary angela douglas 26 may 2021
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