angel
angeljust east of whenever
next to a streaming line
of headstones -- from
sixty-miles-an-hour
an hour ain't that long
in long run
headstones are
-- forever
low watt emissions
cast soft shadows
covered lamp
with asian-crafted scarf
once wrapped nefertiti's
long neck
while camel trains
hoofed desert still
angel on my shoulder
hasn't said a word in
twenty years
-- or more
I know she's there
she knows it
-- too.
vcp
1 November 2016
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-11-02 at 15:51
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