Blue Cellos (Final Version Reformatted) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

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