At first it was a wooden angel painted
burnt sienna skin in a burlap robe
a yellow pipe cleaner halo
wire and white paper wings
affixed upon a fence post
with a length of brown string
by small pale hands
Then with time and rot
or teenage target practice
the head fell off and
it was just the outline of wings
some glass beads and chicken wire
Then in the rain the rust claimed it
the shining tear drop beads lay in
the high green and yellow grass
and the dust blew west in the wind
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