Angel Wing

— Diane L. Moomey

— a pantoum

An Angel met me on the stairs,
and brushed me with one wing — one day
I’ll fall to meet my shadow.
So much remains unwritten.

She brushed me with one wing,
I thought you were another.
So much remains unwritten, and
my poet soon will leave me.

She thought I was another.
Yes – once I was a changeling.
My poet soon will leave me, and
I feel the change of season.

I may have been a changeling.
My poet left these pages, now
I feel the change of season.
In this I’m not mistaken.

My poet left these pages. Since
they could all be lost, (and
I feel I’m not mistaken),
won’t you take them with you?

All pages will be lost, when
I fall to meet my shadow.
Won’t you take them with you? For
an Angel’s met me on the stairs.  

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