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Innocent

Poem By Kim Hutson

He comes to me electrically, charging.
His hair rusts, crumbles. Cracked
glass eyes delve into me before
his linen wings holler their drone
against my ears.
I can’t take it.
Duck, cover;
clinch, he catches me, we are away.
Angel feet dangle seeking
mine to catch so I don’t fall,
angel heart beats me to dreaming,
maybe? I can still see,
upturned faces struck with wonder,
or fear,
both?
A man stares, gun held limply,
above the wall I soar.
My condemners can eat their words.
Now they know:
I am saved.

07/09/05

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Blimey! ! Powerful indeed, Kim! A great subject, expertly handled. Jon.


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