I will not speak to you in silver platitudes
I said to the small breeze hovering angellike
Above my right shoulder
What do I know
Except my breath comes and goes
But you have seen everything
While you were floating among the alizarin crimson
cirrus clouds
Tell me where you have been
The breeze replied
I cannot tell you why
But the sky is mysterious.
mary angela douglas 1 june 2024
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