
Weekend Writing Prompt #197 – Call | Sammi Cox (wordpress.com)
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angels call, singing for a while,
watching us,
aping things they’d heard, saw,
obsessing over things                                           Â
we tossed away–
time, primarily–
angels lost feathers, attempting to understand
our tossing away time like used tissues, soiled food tins–
when we held little.
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