there was: in the yellow shadows on the lawn
a looking back, as if at the back of the beyond:
over an angel's shoulder
something stopped - as by a rest, at the end
of the bar- a music of yellow splashed on green
in patches of why did you use that colour
they asked the artist later
at the soiree where they served up pineapple punch
from a cut glass bowl on a bright green tablecloth
and noting this, he only smiled.
mary angela douglas 21 august 2015
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