TIDBIT FOR GOD

Mostly I waited like a pebble on your doorstep
until night grew wan and light
gave birth to streets. Then my shoelaces
revealed themselves, dangly as worms,
a metaphor for a life undone, though I tried
to impress you with my great coat over
silver wings as if I could live
among the others, stroll along gentleman-like,
or leave this place, an angel so heavy with regret
she can hardly lift away, but she does,
and light leads her, the fierce light of day-stars,
and she rises (but you know this part) above the statues
and the glass-topped buildings; every enclosure,
even bodies sticky with grime seem vacant and clean.

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Celia Homesley holds a BA in English and Journalism from Humboldt State University and an MFA in poetry from San Francisco State University. She has been published in various literary journals including The Bloomsbury Review, The Sow's Ear Review, Fourteen Hills: The SFSU Review, and Luna. She currently lives in Arcata, California where she writes and teaches English at College of the Redwoods and Humboldt State University. You can reach her at Chmsly@aol.com.

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