Grains

Under the vaulted limestone light
same as ever mantled
Jude
and other backs
You strode, and were seen to

In shadows above
gargoyles
angels
fear and fantasy in stasis

Below
in amongst the chatter
a still moment
seen child
lauded
loved and now part unknown
in another light

All the sweeps and days
of unbreathed angels
in their hanging over
are grains to that moment

 

(for T)

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