6       Iron Angel

 

Taking white wire

From the heap of

Discarded tokens

I saw the Angel

 

Having been before

I had no judgment as

Visitors wanted to

Start Spring anew

 

She had a broken

Rod rendering her

Unstable in the

Cemetery’s soft dirt

 

I twisted off

The remaining limb

Realizing she is

Forever perfect

 

Now welcomed here

In to my  home

She blesses me

Against sky blue wall