I dream of angels lying at
your feet Es

and wonder if yours

are littered |

with blue-framed houses |
and skies

with ribbons
packaging a field of thyme

where the dead darice in white
marble. *

   

   

 

 

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Thé Poetry Page is still looking for
* submissions of poetry, short prose,
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