this lemon bar of sunlight cutting across my strawberry rug
in the present day as if to say something concise some
distinct irrevocable message
relayed what is it
in perfect diagonal displayed
among the woven strawberry vines
like some kind of annunciation in this summertime
so that I must pause and look at in wonder
and ask of whoever may be listening
is this possible
can light from a long ago day visit us again
I swear that same ray fell upon a childhood rug
with roses woven in the same oval way
while I spoke with my Grandmother after school one day
as we sipped on Cokes and she told me again
how she couldnt understand she would never understand
the death of her young husband.
her eyes grieving in that familiar way.
mary angela douglas 7 august 2021
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