(for Tony Dagnall and Amanda Shute Sullivan)
words spin lost in a unicycle way
contriving to get past
what the wind wants, away-
what the wind wants
cannot stay
except in a fitful radiance
I hear it that way
when the music plays
its overcast weather
I like it that way
incidental, accidental
kind of, maybe
incremental
in a rain soaked garden
a branching of coolness
a parting of ways
momentarily
a lifted wing..
still the shadows are singing
the voices shaped to gold shhhhhhh
don't tell anyone
it might not happen
the music shapes to sad
fighting against the glad, the surge toward light
suppressed is not what it feels like to be free
to define the terms the soul lays down
for sheer existence when the wind takes it away
what the wind wants, cannot stay
do not cue the light.
the music lifts another wing
sifts gold in the rain soaked garden
there is the slight murmur of chimes
bells ripples whirlpools
a drifting of colors beyond the faint the fated screens
the faltering of words
the sudden emerald flash of song
is lifted and can do no wrong
love being what it is
in the end, that is no end
there is no end at all
to music like this to love
that turns into music so inevitably
mary angela douglas 11 september 2021
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