Four Poems

Dilemmas of the Angels: Flight

Before she got here,
there was something else—
not this coffee shop
next to a drug rehabilitation center
filled with war veterans of the past,
men and women strapped to their chairs,
birds straining to rise from clotted piles
of feathers, bones, and blood.

But it felt the same.
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