Robert Gibb: Angels in Homestead
Pale, sentinel, their stone wings
Open behind them, they stood about
As though the afterlife meant
To impress itself upon us
December 6, 2020 · 1 Comment
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Pale, sentinel, their stone wings
Open behind them, they stood about
As though the afterlife meant
To impress itself upon us