one day there is this shifting of the winds
the edging of green around a scarlet leaf or burnt umber
my heart is burnt umber too perhaps you say to yourself
not knowing what you are saying yet knowing
am I growing farther away from earth already?
a small voice within you cries amid the restlessness of all winged
things
is that what this is?
and it's pale green appled the thing you most wanted
to say but forgot.
my ladder's transparent against the intensification of the skies
I can see the burnt sienna edging on the clouds
or it feels as if in the emotional tone of the story ongoing
that the burning bush is everywhere you look now
though the message is still indecipherable.
mary angela douglas 1 september 2021
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