Too raucous
for the modest
life on offer
sculpted to sustain
a certain inwardness
fearing death
more than life
scrambling to survive
always on his knees
finally the plane took off
I could look up
from the pages I was reading
of a life I could
feel it lift
a bit clunky
old angel
and fly.
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