The Moon Flowers Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

you only long for the towns that never existed
impossibly glorious persons in every Age
they won't detect you in the census
but I remember you on every page
how glad I am to intuit you are still present
on this earth.
are you okay? do you still find it possible to make ends meet?
I hope your sleep is filled with dreams where what was not
comes clear in the vu finder, found
and still more clear with passing days.
oh dreamers on earth, may you prevail.
and do not worry when the evening mail
is only circulars from the A&P or deals
on hearing aids.
something tells me on the wind
you are about to begin again
dreaming it all up in style
please live a long long time
we need you here awhile longer
looking for gold under every bush
like children who can never grow old.
sifters of riddles.
conoisseurs of the evening breeze;
the moon flowers.

mary angela douglas 27 april 2023