faceless angel
lost in leaves

I go to her
for health
salve for pain

people pass
I talk to a bush
cars turn

another day
I fear she’d flown
on plaster wings

was simply fallen
to sharp-edged green

stood her up
pricked my hand
spoke entreaties

how long she’ll last
or wish to stay
she wouldn’t say
she has no mouth


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