The angel leapt into the river
and didn't surface for air
he had more skin than feathers
at dusk celestial dreams wavered in the water
and because of him
I tasted more tears than tide
Again simply because he was an angel
and I was a fish
I didn't surface for the sun
the river was where his wings
mingled amongst those moonlit seagrasses
I swallowed only the bubbly air
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