where larkspur have the purple winds gathered
I asked the flowers in the picture book.
I asked the flowers.
didn't you hear me they screamed in school yards.
in school yards near the apple trees.
I pelted them with prisms in my sleep.
why in group pictures do you look so far-away?
as if the snows settled only on your shoulders.
brushing the lace away you turned to go.
and this is music
mary angela douglas 22 october 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem