testing the acoustics in my last cathedral
I folded up the petal of a song
into my best pocket
like a map only clouds configure
not to scale
I wonder and
I wonder why
the sun is leaking light and
I'm afraid
already the wounded images are in hiding
and “nowhere” is written
large across the sky
though not inscriptive gold.
can a word be mapped
or will it fly like a color wheel
falling off a sunset sky
or like a ghost ship sailing on no water
it's the marbled music I
can't find anymore
no matter how I try
since moving from an old neighborhood
though I
Cast my Mercator net
so wide so wide
from the mark that distance cannot measure.
can a word be mapped
or must we live
blind and deaf to music in the end
wondering where the poets went-
ceding their diamond letters,
one by one
mary angela douglas 29 july 2010
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