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AMAZE
Hortensia Anderson


Edges

Green glass
washes ashore -
these once jagged edges
like my own, smoothed by years of sand
and sea.

 

When Angels Come In Fevered Hours
(a crown cinquain)

A stone
angel came to
me with broken wings, smoothed
my fevered brow I know not how,
and said:

If I
were a white-winged
dove I would hold you close,
cooing in a softly feathered
embrace.

If I
were a black-winged
crow I would fly you to
the heavenly spaces between
the stars.

If I
were a grey-winged
gull I would fold you near
my heart and soar across the beach
you love.

If I
had wings I would
carry you from your pain
to a time before your body
failed you.

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