Winged Flamed

When light was born
is not known; but its pale
blue glow shifting into yellow
drags the magnolias closer
to their home. And shadows,
their pulsing umbilical cords
still attached to light struggle
for that first breath, the first
cry. In the ghastly white
anesthetized and radiant, angels
climb their ladders to the sun
and burst into flames of wing.

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