Shadow Leaping

by Luminita Suse

My best friend portrays her father in verses
as an angel in great distress,
his slashed wing bleeding paternally
He died in the same year as my father

I do not think angels are winged,
this is an invention of the past millennia
And if my father was an angel
then his mouth would be half sewn
and he would nervously grind his teeth,
the paralyzed wing sagging onto his inert foot

He had mundanely fallen behind
as a limping relative of my own shadow,
his clenched fists imploding under earthen quilt,
and I simply jumped over his shoulder,
my thoughts speaking of him from another world,
exclusively mine

Published in Enchanted Crossroads anthology, Beret Days Press, 2006

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