115 North Monroe Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

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Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

115 North Monroe



it's still the thing you were waiting to understand

through blue shadows on the hardwood

the floors upended, where are her sapphire rings


the seascape in the music room

the way it felt back then.

Keats and Shelley in a Modern edition


now ivoried with age

"to Mary from Joseph, with all my love"

and in an aqua binding



whose colour has been lost to


modern publishers

as if they swallowed the sea.

they all write about memory


just not yours.

will you go with your

small metal beach pail


to the sandbox again

overshadowed by pines

or with small steps crunching through


the fallen leaves into

the forest green neat little house


with the pale green awning;

the porch swing also the colour of pines

the angels sitting on the steps


a long, long time

opening for you,

the screen door.


mary angela douglas 1 july 2019

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