[to Valerie Macon, poet laureate of North Carolina, "above the fray..." sailing over it in sheer love of poetry for its own sake justified by love, not accolades and honorariums.. (July 12, 2014-July 17, 2014) a glorious though brief, reign...]
poetry appeared in the bark of old trees,
in the neighborhood you used to live in
springing up overnight, syringa in the moonlight
cloudy cloudy stars.
in familiar rains, intensifying the lilacs.
in the semi precious lanes of perhaps,
Fuquay-Varina. well, yes, why not?
in the little birds hopping near the mystical puddles
in the parking lots.
and "whishing" in the tails of the grey squirrels
and it was curled around the baby's finger
in the butterscotch sunlight and it never asked why, why
has no committee come to call on me
but burbled over the white stones in the creek,
the varicoloured,
in a wavery sound we knew was music laughing
and the angels, brookside, laughing
fit-to-be-tied:
"what is protocol?
does it have wings, too?"
mary angela douglas 15 july 2014;24 june 2022
in the little birds hopping near the mystical puddles
in the parking lots.
and "whishing" in the tails of the grey squirrels
and it was curled around the baby's finger
in the butterscotch sunlight and it never asked why, why
has no committee come to call on me
but burbled over the white stones in the creek,
the varicoloured,
in a wavery sound we knew was music laughing
and the angels, brookside, laughing
fit-to-be-tied:
"what is protocol?
does it have wings, too?"
mary angela douglas 15 july 2014;24 june 2022
Note on the Poem: people (some) were upset that the Governor of North Carolina appointed a new poet laureate of North Carolina,supposedly skipping the normal protocolof consulting THEM first. All I have to say still, and had to say at the time is, thank God, since He's the source of it, anyway! (of poetry, not protocol)
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