Saturday, October 10, 2015

Poem

Traveling across
the wide expanse of Nevada Desert
I see angels in the clouds
They fly
dance
spin
wave and beckon to me
welcomingly.

Others see
animals
and airplanes
in the shapes in the sky
I only see angels
and the wisps of what they were.

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