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Envy of Angels

If I was an angel I would envy

earthlings with their fleshly bodies

senses of smell taste sight

abilities to paint and feel

the sand between their toes

the bark of a favorite tree under

their fingertips to kiss to smell

coffee bread cookies to throw

arms about each other anticipate

parties round the bend watch

the curtains blow back and forth

across the windowsills of houses

they live in with dogs and children

birds singing them out of bed

out the door into the lush green

stark bare world of seasons.

I would so.  I would so envy us.

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The Angels

Bone deep exhaustion landed me

in bed before nine with a wild

wind for my lullaby and now I’ll

go out of my self and out of my

house into the world wondering

what I might see or hear or do

on this impeccably particular day

what might appear arise

accost my senses

hurl me forth to imaginings

of tall ships and elephants

sights unseen dreams undreamed

a cortege of angels following

wordlessly above hovering

thither and yon traversing and travailing

waxing silently poetic about

whomever whatever

and whyever not.

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Signs

It seems a tender little bit of something
to begin a new year on a Sunday
the first day of any week 
in any month of any old year 
a small symmetry that might 
bode well as I like to think
plus my two dogs lie here lovingly
however uncharacteristically 
legs over legs entwined suggesting
if I care to read it so (& let me say 
right here that I do)
a quantity of forbearance 
if not love not to mention that this day
is as sunlit and radiant as any
spring or summer day suggesting
grace and light to come
and in addition the wind does blow
something fierce meaning
(of course) that
ships’ sails will fill and billow
truths will be declared
angels sing in full chorus
as God whispers 
recondite secrets to the trees.  
Ah yes.  This wind that sun
those dogs this Sunday
all signs point 
to an extraordinary year.