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Thursday, April 2, 2009

angel of hope

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the angel outside my front door
is hard to make out
from the deluge
of heavy
wet
April snow
. . .an amorphous outline
bequeaths it vast wings
that look more like a
halo encircling a
teacup sized head
that is also hard to make out
. . .he has short
chicken-like legs
less weighed down on
the white canvass
than his body, sunken in,
. .heavy
. . .still, i love
the angel outside my front door,
beauty to these sad sunken eyes
. . .i am told it will stay
long after the

April snows have melted,
this angel of mine,
my angel of hope.

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2 comments:

mr poopeyhead said...

l'espere toujours, a partir de ce moment, relache comme une ange...merci marjo

Marjolaine Hébert said...

i wish i understood the french comment, but i can't make heads or tails of it..