Sidewalk art I came across during a walk…** * * * * * ****** * * * ****** * * * * ****** *
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
~George Elliot
I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit.
~Mae West
3 comments:
on a pavement
where obvious foot
steps
erase
an angel's
in
dents/
lightness
finds a home
despite ? because of?
cracks breaking no
mother's
back
angels hover above us like fireflies on a humid summer's eve.
- Tina
-stepping on our legacy is like flushing the honor down the dreaded honeybucket.
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