Mid-February
Two men fly fishing
on a wide snowy field
and across the highway
the lake is thawing.
“Maybe they’ll catch a fish,”
my daughter says.
“Remember this,”
I reply.
“People fishing
on the wrong side
of the road.”
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Feeding the Angels
Out of the Quiet
this knowing comes:
an angel depends on us
to be
in sacred silence
in communion
with One.
