I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Snow Angels

Maybe some of us would look
like angels if we could see
ourselves as a blur of our entire
lives, frozen in one image.

If we could see our lives
in the snow, as we’ve lived
so far, we could watch ourselves
change, and know when to turn back.

If we could see our images
sweeping out the very truth
of ourselves as we lived, the world
would soon fill with angels and devils.

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