many rivers
forged and aflame
look behind you
your trail has an angel
sweeping your droppings
your mistakes and personal flaws
the adorable way you dump your problems
at the feet of those who love you
you will pay some day
the angel for a soul more cluttered than your own
with rapturous devotion, you will be cleaning the refuse
of one such as me
for 51 bliss-filled years
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
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