your mind so filled with stars and whirling things
wandered from eclipse to eclipse
examining ellipses...
field flowers by speeding trains.
o who will gather them
admonished your angels
in the haze, tilting auroras,
sunspots mazed-if you won't
that maytimes, Time-
may stand still?
mary angela douglas 23 october 2015
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