Glass Feathers
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Angels Should Stay Away When They Die
I found a feather as I walked.
So white and clear and pale and cold,
Against the gentle spring green stalks,
Iced beauty in its nest of gold
I passed a ghost on my return,
a dreamer with a shoulder bare,
And her arched wing outward yearns,
Trailing uselessly in the air
I stared ahead and did not glance
aside, I did not dare my eyes
to touch on her, to take the chance
of noticing her silent sighs
And as I traced the path she’d taken,
Stepping on blood with cringing feet,
A line of feathers lay forsaken,
Snow on the grass and the lover’s seat
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