An angel trips and falls
Face first
Into the mud
“Clumsy me! ”
Rises (but not so high)
And lets the mud harden
And let’s
The mud
Harden
Across the room, god
Notices
Lore
Intentionality
Love (not praise)
That heads have stopped turning
And exclaims
“Why didn’t i think of that”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem