chagall backdrop

You’ve been sick before, I’m sure it’s
reverb at the altar dark and wet
seat-backs forward and trays
saved stubs of theater
blue Delphinium, perennial flowering
times to change the gauze
resonance, the sound decays at a rate
though the bag doesn’t inflate, oxygen is
especially for photos, certain
blues on the high mountains of tropical
catheters sometimes
choir voices especially altos
not even peanuts any more
mason jars of buttons
like blue dolphins, the leaves deeply lobed
they say you’ll be coming
the large cathedrals even more so
prepare for landing
butterflies pinned
hold nectar on the upper blue petals
anybody know what happened to the lady in room
sonorous, like yelling in a hallway
tipped wings, praying inside the mask
see, there she is behind your dad’s
blue flowers, late spring to summer

© Chagall 2014