on a long awaited occasion
the Soul said to the Night
this is the last nocturne
to the music inside invisibly weeping
at the piano;
on the merry go round in broad daylight
the last flight oh Pegasus
the one caparisoned in all the colors melting
down
melting down the universal candle
branches in the sky into a foreign candelabra
where the moon will fly from its flywheel
discovering other coasts again
bereaving the princess in the wistful tower
and through the scudding hours
forget, forget the histories of men
to flower like a gardenia
God's own heart to win.
mary angela douglas 16 october 2022
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