To My Sister In The Blue Dusk Of Time

I can't remember the rules for "jacks"

just the way they spun out on the summer porch

and sparkled and sprawled as if we'd thrown the constellations

into new patterns in broad daylight so that the dog barked

excitedly

at our astronomy society

but I clearly remember the green, the yellow thumbtacks

in the kitchen drawer, their jonquil shades, the cork bulletin board

and potholders made on a toy loom exclaimed over

and how the cherry red ball bounced so high concrete snapped

and all that clover

which way does memory lie to cling to some things

yet not others I'll have to ask Grandmother perhaps

a blue dusked child still sighs

what shall we do with such artifacts

if we went out on the lawns at nightfall

lo so many evenings later

would the dews still appear to us as

diamonds? the moon in striking topaz

dropping down into the mimosa trees,

slipped off its necklace?

mary angela douglas 11 august 2021

ngela Douglas

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