For The Angels Dressed In Green Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

did children in another scene
make jump rope rhymes of angels
dressed in green

when they leaned too far over the edge
of the poster board sea
we painted tempera dark blue waves


and, quickly, a small boat outlined rose red
on a sky blue cardboard in May, instead
or just before summer

scissored shirt board cut outs
emulating the paper doll sets of birthdays
beloved

never seeing the soft pink sunsets accumulating
as a problem in arithmetic
the recurrences of Spring

as a whittling down of our singing life is but a dream
in rounds where
white candles and the veil implicit


of our childhood dreams
our vows.are Paramount.
I know where they are now

I said to a roomful of scientists in my dream
a convention onTime
but they didn't believe me.


mary angela douglas 26 december 2018; rev.17 january 2019