Photo Finish Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the photo finish grows sharper in all your dreams

we're everywhere now

in the former houses

eating strawberries and cream

and towards evening it seems

the soul leaves its faint impression

on the constellations

the walk to the station takes less time

and you're uncertain what to rhyme

or if you should rhyme at all

you feel like you're all the Springs combined

and you can't stop breaking into flower.

or the clouds, in their vague blue stratosphere,

the fading worlds;

the wind set with small pearls.


mary angela douglas 9 august 2019