Shauna
fell from the sky on Tuesday
She
knew it was Tuesday because she alighted in a swaying field of daffodils
The
sun always shone on Mondays
On
Tuesdays daffodils bloomed
On
Wednesday, Shauna walked alongside tall buildings
The
buildings were hollow
She
knew it was Wednesday because rain was sifting down
Wednesdays
always fetched rain
Shauna’s
grandmother once met the Pope
She
asked him why most angels were depicted as stern in paintings
“Angel
work is serious business,” the Pope answered
Whenever
Shauna chanced upon angels
She
used her lipstick to smear smiles on their faces
Even
those of plaster or plastic
And
you might think that falling from the sky would hurt
Or
that you might find a real angel if you fell from the sky
But
that is not so
And
Shauna didn’t cry until she found nothing on Thursday
--Mitchell
Hegman
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