Green Beans (Revised) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

in the grand Museums far from very far

shreds of gold are softly

flaking off

the icons and the stars

and certain planets

not yet born

in the grandiose Museums

Spring on the avenues

all the trees are flowering

my bills are past due



but I can go

on mild days or through snow

to see brilliant paintings from

the very long ago



in a gallery of dreams

even if I have to

just eat green beans.

I know the tides will turn

toward everything beautiful

I ever learned.

mary angela douglas 6 september 2022; 27 february 2023