St. Michael, Altenstadt (Bavaria)
The way I move
through these flowing
autumn days
breath eat sleep
make arrangements
touch someone's face
turn the leaves of journals
an acrobat gingerly on his high wire --
and only
the angel
in the mighty light
of the fresco
is holding his breath
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