Gaining Ground

This tiny spoon digging

Moving mountains

Hollowing out valleys

Terraforming

Terrafirming

A changescape

An escape

I have reformed the world

Bouldered pebbles rolling down the sides

Miniature models

Of a greater space

I am a goddess here with my dress

Grass stained and smeared in mud

Creating new worlds out of my destruction

Until snacks and naps

Call me home

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Seeing Angels

They love the bustling crowds

Of New York City

Philadelphia, Boston, Los Angelas

Blending in

Elbow to elbow with humankind

There is a cast to their outline

A little brighter

A lack of shadow

They feel your glance like a touch

When your eyes dart back to look again

They have already disappeared

Did they shapeshift

Downshift

Become invisible

Were they to task

Or on shore leave for a moment

Oh, mysterious world!

Full of wonders and secrets

Unfold miracles in these troubled times

And let the winged ones

Have their moments

In the sun

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