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Mar 2020
Back then they were no
angels

just Rorshach blots
in the snow

wingless
sometimes headless

never more than just an abstract
musing

coming going
in cold

sunlight
with a stiff wind

Whit Howland © 2020
Abstract word painting. Imagistic.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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