heaven's words flowed downwards
I saw the crumbling of an
ancien régime
this was my heart.
heaven's words flowed sideways
like the raindrops' beading on the
car windows.
I saw the green-ribboned
the tree-lined highways
pass away
and the roadside attractions
comprising a nation.
somehow-
invisible kingdoms kept
appearing
and words of fresh-wrought flame
though so many will say
shaking their heads like
Job's best friends at my
inscrutable path at the
shining holes in my shoes
"this is dark dark dark"
(you know how it is)
I saw the phoenix in every fire:
this was also my heart
this was also my heart
mary angela douglas 23 july 2009
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