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Shivering Angels

Cluster beneath a bakery’s awning,
White sheets between them and dawn frost,
Snowy sheets
By mothers last night,
Mothers returned from the fields –
The broccoli, the spinach.

Angels’ shoulders touch
In hopes of sharing warmth.
Their halos,
Round as yesterday’s doughnut ghosts,
Catch starlight sparks –
A glimpse of heaven,
Though an hour of shivers remains
Until the parade’s first step.

by Robert Walton

 

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