not in place exactly like a meter or a metier
yet our souls still are music and sent from somewhere else
finally to be sent away;
you feel it as you get older, the thinning of earth's air
the need for a different quality of oxygen
ways of breathing underwater, deep in Space;
moments of heavenly infatuation
like catching our breath at Queen Anne's lace again
ever more evanescent as ourselves
to greet evanescence as it is ourselves surely now
and the meadowlands; each time to understand
to feel the beautiful is more beautiful every year;
more peerless.
how shall we ever leave from here
mary angela douglas 5 july 2023
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