Poetry | angel sighting

By Ny'Ara Willis, For the Pitt News

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.