the angels got involved

February 15, 2012 § Leave a comment

I can picture them rolling
their eyes
getting up from the couch
or putting down the rake
they will shrug and
clap the dust from
their hands
to pull me back from
the brink

they will tire of
this constant
deflection of danger
or stupidity eventually
letting me possibly
to set up a ladder clumsily
close to the power supply line
or allowing an icicle to fall
with deadly precision

if I follow the rules
close enough
they just might
let me fall asleep
in a hammock
my final dream
one of family or
a childhood pet
or maybe

one of an endless beach
the ocean breeze
carrying to me
the voice of my grandmother
saying how nice
it will be
to pick up the conversation
where we left off


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