Beautiful Imagination, I Have Come To Call

beautiful imagination I have come to call

can we have pink cakes today with silver icing?

it's dreary winter outside and many people who like it that way

live to complain turning the slush to rain.

I was hoping you'd be home

put on the gramaphone

we'll play Anna Moffo and glass record songs

clear shimmerings of Debussy

and libretti made of gold foil stars

and eat tons of spaghetti

and wish on stars nobody's even named yet

and paint in colors of the firmament

and I won't forget you ever

not in the coldest weather

can I come back sometimes?

and do you like my rhymes.

thanks. it's been lovely.

when I come back maybe we'll pick bluebells

and make gingerbread, music, without the measures

and feed at our leisure, the immortal birds of song.

mary angela douglas 29 july 2021

and Lida Calvert-Hayes

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