BLUE CELLOS
Blue cellos in the rain
I dream of Chagall
And imagine blue cellos
A light rain
It is a summer evening
The crickets refrain draws a heart through the mists
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.
the moon popping up, a bouquet of orange blossoms.
mary angela douglas 25 april 2024;18 may 2024;12 june 2024
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