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2.  Other Angels

This abandoned house, vacant of shadows,
Eggshell walls begging for a painting,
The chipped frieze, perhaps, from Martha's Vineyard,
Thick marigold carpet aching for
The tender dance of feet,
Fireplace longing for a lingering glance,
Turquoise and crystal chandelier
In the bedroom
Waiting to finger our flushed faces.
I have seen this house before
But never dreamed I would touch its
Horse shoe-wreathed door.
All that time I was living with the man of steel
(And I don't mean Superman),
If you even call that living,
You were waiting alone in Rummy Park,
Warming your hands in your corduroy pockets,
X-ing the calendar until the day
I would walk
Into this beautiful dream.
Will you be my winter love?
Will you stay through spring?
Will you tell the other angels goodbye
And thanks for everything? 


poetry & photos © 2006 Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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