there stood the angel

there stood the angel poem by steven james humphreys

he looked straight

through the mirror

there was another exit

the angel

hovered in the sky.

‘who are you’?

the angel

replying, ‘why’?

there it was

in all its glory

glowing white

like a set of headlights

casting no shadow

through the roof it lowered

like autumn leaves gliding

the dark rooms illuminated

where drunken people

lay sleeping.

nothing tidy and neat

in any room.

unnumbered empty

bottles cast throughout.

but, no one had stepped

upon broken glass

with bare feet

until the angel

had gone away.

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