Perhaps It Was the Wind That Sang like Angels
Perhaps it was the wind that sang like
angels
Anchored in a star-besotted sky,
Ululating round
right-reasoned corners,
Lunging at three kings careening by,
Abroad
with wonder, not quite knowing why.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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