Dominic Middleton Poet Free verse

Angel In a Book

It cost all of fifty cents 
 This treasure from a far  
 New York, Its derivation
 Emily Dickson its creation   
 I read her poems in awe
 One by one I turn her page
 Then came across the pencil draw
 An angel sat upon
 “A little road not made by man “               
  A masculine
  Yet feminine     
  This angle from afar   
  Not standing
  Walking
  Flying
  Beautiful yet haunting         
  Contradicting in all its light   
  This angel of the night
  I wonder about its pose
  Prose
  Its purpose on the road 
  I place it back, hence it came    
  Upon the road, not made for mode
  Ever I lay my eyes on its pages    
  I make sure to sight the angel 
  Upon a little road         


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
    “A little road not made by man “               
      Emily Dickinson

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