seeming to float above will they slip down in fogs
seeming to stray or follow the commerce of angels
the raspberry orange crepescular, the winnowing saints
dreading the rains, the diamond winds, will they? the snows when they
disappear again my ruby splintered sighs will you rise again
I do not know said the child so softly only the cherry cirrus heard
driven away to join the circus herds; the air bourne birds of other
zones in cumulus stratifications, nimbus haloed above the nations in
cotton candy birthday, birthday party clothes of
pinks and blues or summery or toward Oz
in lime green horizons, latitudes above the changeling, emerald seas
who are you where have you been and for how long
continue continue in silent bells, ballets above the stratospheres
above the Christmases, the lawns in peach coloured butterfly years,
the blizzards
to come snowbound in the snow globes as we meant to be
conscious of nothing but maybe the sun, the glazing moon
unexpectedly gilding you as though you were someone else's dream;
but aren't we, weren't we His dream? I mean, God's or else
meant to be or almost, still becoming and so the clouds portend
blown by as if you were harps of pearl and luminously
by the iridescence of trebling breezes seized
heart flung, creasing the stars, oh far catapulting swans
forming before huge storms and dim;.where will you end
drifting, never arriving between earth and sky
oh my quaint loves.my foremost citadels. my fragilest of friends.
mary angela douglas 31 october 2022;17 february 2023
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