It's all one

It's all one,
you said --
everything:
the hands on the clock,
the angle of the painter,
the angle of the roof,
and even the other roof:
How can you not see it?
And so I looked,
and saw,
and shot,
and laughed to see it later:
of course,
I thought --
the message was so clear,
and with just a shift of letters
(I find with age this happens often)
all those lovely angles
turned into angels
and fanned the flame in my heart
with their whimsical wings.


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