perhaps for some things it is better to have no words
nothing approximate even in any other language
to let it remain no catchphrase
that it may not become worn out, cliche
yesterday's news and too late
sending no telegram in code
from a now faint destination
inside you know
you recognize the colour that it is
a colour unmatchable in any paint store
even among the tinctures in Paradise
the secret stock
compose it of rose or gunmetal or who knows
perhaps it is written in the stars
and has already disappeared
or been thrown over as Rilke might put it
the cliffs of the heart.
mary angela douglas 19 august 2023
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