Wednesday, September 8, 2021

Guardian Angel

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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