I would like to write
An extremely clean-lined poem,
The kind you’d imagine cut
Into the page with a quill,
A poem that could win
A nature photography
Competition, a haunting.
I would like to write
An angel onto a pin,
Just one, a lonely angel
Who would shudder her great wings
When you stroked her pin feathers,
Look up from her tiny world
To your looming eyes, and grin.
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