Desolation (poetry)

Walking tired the plains of Desolation,
a lost man lowers himself hard to the earth.
A woman comes to sit beside him.
This is her home and she is not lost.

She uncovers his face,
pulls his shaming hands away.
She has drawn dust angels for him
with her clay-covered toes.

He sees them and sees they are miraculous—
her toes
and the way her naked legs lay
parallel to the angels’ outstretched wings.

And he tells her she is beautiful.
And she does not believe him.

-M. Ashley

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