The Angel of the Day

Greenmount Cemetary

The angel of the day sits as stone

and cools her forehead against the gray of Sunday.

Someday, but not today.

She will rise up, stretch and yawn.

Someday, but not today.

She will raise up her hand from its languor,

cast her robes aside and show her splendor.

Someday, but not today.

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