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
Copyright © Dominic Middleton | Year Posted 2020
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