LORRAINE SINGH

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The Angel

 

In the ensuing turmoil

an angel glides out

as dowdy as a sparrow

undeterred on a surfboard

he paddles his way toward you

and you are lifted

your head cradled in his arms

and for a moment the sun gilds

his magnificent wings

the colour of kingfishers’

 

 

 

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