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In the suburbs where the angels build
their duplex homes, public transport
is inadequate. The seraphim own SUVs
and shop at supermarkets. Their wings
brush frozen TV dinners—something
for the cherubim to pretend to eat
as they observe the seasons of our lives.
Sometimes someone subdivides the sheep
farms into exurbs. The shepherds dislike
the cul-de-sacs. The residents hate the commute.
Of course, they can all teleport;
it's by choice they don't.
They're always desperate to resemble
us, but never manage to.
Up there, the puddles are really windows
angels look down through. Like fishermen
on ice, they get down on hands and knees
and try to track what shapes are swimming
through the dimness
underneath their feet.
their duplex homes, public transport
is inadequate. The seraphim own SUVs
and shop at supermarkets. Their wings
brush frozen TV dinners—something
for the cherubim to pretend to eat
as they observe the seasons of our lives.
Sometimes someone subdivides the sheep
farms into exurbs. The shepherds dislike
the cul-de-sacs. The residents hate the commute.
Of course, they can all teleport;
it's by choice they don't.
They're always desperate to resemble
us, but never manage to.
Up there, the puddles are really windows
angels look down through. Like fishermen
on ice, they get down on hands and knees
and try to track what shapes are swimming
through the dimness
underneath their feet.