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.
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,
A man stares, gun held limply,
above the wall I soar.
My condemners can eat their words.
Now they know:
I am saved.