Street Angel Crabs
Now
I see
The street angel crabs
Their eyes meet mine
They know
I've molted
I know they have
I acknowledge each of them
That I meet
Scarred, seared, torn in the attack
After molting
Bright angels
God loves you
Even if the world does not
8/16/05
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