The Angel and the Cedar

There was a Port Orford cedar
that was dead and an angel
who had lost her head
those branches had held the shades
and the sun
and those wings would fly again

The trunk and things above
come below and behold
the next thing you know
you’re in the presence
of an unfolding story
death and flight and let’s face it

angel trees the birds and the bees
creating
means ends turns and bends
and the angel’s back again
seeing through the cedar
tree
the further sea

5/20/17