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ANGEL FIRE
by
Sharon Auberle
everything
we touch turns to a
poem, when
the spell is on...
~ Linda Pastan
the
mystery of cornstalks
murmuring
among themselves
a
brown-skinned man
in
orange serape
walking
between them
the
slump of his shoulders
tugging
at my heart...
from
any of these
a
poem might grow
but
today
there
is only the man
light
streaming down on him
he,
who could be an
angel
for
all might be holier
than
we know
his
serape, fiery
in
morning sun
the
wind lifting it
like
wings
~
first published in the Peninsula Pulse
