Monday, April 22, 2013

21 - Goodbye (Writing About an Image)

There was something sad about the way
the angel begged
his friend to stay

dried wood and fragile straws
dried and dead and
crumbling to dust

but the angel begged

I need you

Nay, said the creature, you have
silken wings


I need you

The creature crumbled into the earth

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