lest we forget angels
lifting up
the fallen child,
the one within
the rocking carriage.
thumb-sucker delicacies,
in fetal position,
cosseted by wings
of a fan, blowing
away the neonatal blanket.
lest we forget angels
just out of reach,
palms up,
waiting for baby steps.
down on your knees,
back on the stairs, descending
a lofty set, just a few.
you turn
and stare.
how’d you jump
from the ledge,
when shorter to the ground?
now if...
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