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  • What do angels know?

    Do they walk among us?

    Do they live on clouds alone, do they fashionize only in angelic robes?

    Could angels be among us on the curbs, could angels be our veterans, Vets of the Angel Wars, could they be deep sea divers, diverse and burden laden, carrying our packs for us when we cannot or will not, portaging our cares and woes through the watery aqua clear deeps?

    Do they come with poetic sutures, with line break gauze, have they been there, the angel amputees, the heaven sent stumps, the pain angels ministering with words, they who sooth and sew us as we sleep with lullabies of wartime?

    They who work in the pewter windows of the rain days, the fractured days of the angels with their fathom deep kits.

    It is fall.

    The soul feels fall.

    The days darken.

    Who but angels sewed me as I slept?

    (Photo by Susan, Barcelona, 2011)
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