by Jerry Ratch
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I'm not a practicing angel,
ladies and gentlemen
Got these penny wings
out of boredom
I need to know
that black and grey place
inside an angel
where you bow your head,
when a puppet
forgets himself,
when a man learns
how small deer laugh
— that we live
singing about lettuce —
blue lettuce on Thursday…
(when they turn over a card
and hand you a rule)
"a bunny may weep
a bunny may sleep
and a big bunny
may pray
once in awhile..."
For I must spend time with them
And we will have our hours
ready
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poem, poetry, from my 1st book
Hope those penny wings hold up!*