I found one morning an angel's hair,
long and translucent and
so near invisible, nearly
straight but, with a curl
at the end
It rested near the left collar
of my shirt, the white one,
with blue stripes going
North to South
two buttons on each
cuff,
my favorite shirt
Dancing for hours on the
breeze of my exhalations
til day's end and resting there
still, on that shirt,
in the dark of my closet
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