by Robert Seminara
(Los Angeles )
What's this I see?
Cherubs in flight,
gold and pale white.
They circle like buzzards,
their bows ready,
with such careless aim.
Shelter me tree,
hide me from this ethereal doom,
this life of gloom,
this attack they call love.
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