to the angel

to-the-angellrfor whom my being
here stops her
breath

further
from lung-held
air than stars over rivers

reduced to size within her
that bounded flare
she is that

sees me
– soil & water
that stood to walk

waters & soils merely
as they are now
& never

could know
the future for her
a tiny creature crawling

the palm : mine the
miraculous that
must come

step by
step & thus
am i stranger

to her than she is to
me as my sight
adjusts

to her
overbright glare
: perfect sunspots in her

oval sun that return this
stare with what
might be

awe or anger

Mario Petrucci
Illustration Nick Victor

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