Poetry | angel sighting
April 4, 2021
angel sighting
red skies and burning bushes
uriel, shows your judgment
signed in the sky, moon
glows and bursts in two.
praying and river flows
wind blows around arms
and waist and never ends
like the summer days.
nights turn to wishes
camping in the heart
of a broken world, and I
a fallen angel among the ruins.