Versification Publishing House
Angels on a Tightrope
Cast metal angels floated between snow-laden trees
like specters on webs of stretched cables,
involuntary tightrope walkers created by some artist
playing God who had precariously balanced
childhood fantasies on a knife’s edge.
The couple strolled beneath a man-made cosmos
of absurd constellations, their breaths rising
and tangling in wings and icy branches as they looked up
this way and that, but never at one another.
They walked hand-in-hand as if the balancing act
that was their marriage wasn’t about to come crashing
down like a flock of angels pulled to earth
by the weight of an early winter storm.
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