for that which is green and gone
and most especially for the pear green winds
the jade winds that carried the music far
words must be spoken or sung
and reverentially
for that which was beautiful in its time
and yet sad
for the laments kept under
the heart's broken wing
for the angel that was going to mend
what it is not time yet to mend on earth
let the green word be spoken
recalling the green wind
the poems light as leaves on the wind
and grieving
the word glistening and then gone
as sudden moonlight dips into a cloud
as a Spanish guitar is abandoned
not knowing the tune anymore
and left in dewy nightfall
to be strummed by the long fingers of the rains
of sobbing shadows redundant
for some things cannot be recalled
back to life on this earth
for some things can barely be mourned
because then tears would have to rain down
ceaselessly.
and who among us could live that long.
mary angela douglas 17 july 2023
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