Blue Cellos Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
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
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