BLUE CELLOS

 

BLUE CELLOS

Blue cellos in the rain

I imagine a long lost painting of Chagall

And imagine blue cellos

A light rain

It is a summer evening

The crickets sing

You can hear them from the rooftops

And Bella and he are flying

As if it’s the most natural thing

Above the blue music

When the rain comes down

Suddenly turned to flowers

And a pink parasol.

mary angela douglas 25 april 2024