Each morning he walked by the angel. At
first he looked and marveled at the beauty and the pose,
In time he quit seeing her, she became
no more than a mile marker showing how much further he had to walk.
Each night he walked by the angel. At
first he looked at her wings and was awestruck by the detailed
feathers. Her unsteady seat and the curve of her back made her look
alive. In time she became a landmark telling him he was almost to the
market where he would purchase his dinner.
This morning she watched him, he didn't
notice. A tear ran down her cheek.
Tonight she rose from her seat and
spoke to him, “You have walked far enough.”
His eyes open to the sky, the rain
fell, he had walked far enough.
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