delight by angels
(on and in a wintry day in the Northeast of here)

God
and
do your angels like the snow
do they runnel along branches
covered
       are the trees
       and they

make snow-themselves
upon the ground

or
do they slide through nebulae
on a break from
helping in the birth of stars
and
then to mourn the passing
of those
dying

even if there’s balance in the energy
and mass
you know
of
star-stuff

do angels delight
and
I so deeply hope they do
for
all their service
over eons
between Earth and heaven
and the war besides
which
they endured

genderless or genderful
they know
the universe
in
which they work by assignments
and I hope
on their own to play

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photograph by Klim Musalimov at Unsplash