I was not lost;feathers pivoted me–a serial habit—(I seeguardians and I pause)–a fresh encounter, winged, recrossedmy feet–doorway the cause–where angels watched I think this is meant to be an angel, although it’s a dour one. The wings were what first caught my eye, and then I noticed the birds framing the window above. There’s another … Continue reading Winged (Thursday Doors)
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