Cherubim

When I attended seminary, No, really I did, we learned the word above meant The Burning Ones, angels and flaming spirits sent by God, emissaries of divine presence and truth. There’s this girl, No, really there is, who runs by the house every morning, her face etched with pain and determination. Then within the hour she walks the other way, probably to work, without the pain, but just as much determination, smoking a cigarette. No, really she does. Either way she burns and I’m afraid to speak to her, No, really I am. ♥

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Road Demons

Haven’t ridden my motorcycle in a while. December in Wisconsin, right, but this global warming thing is way out of line and if they say Bad and I say Ride, then maybe while I do they’ll get this whole break figured out. Meanwhile you go your way and I’ll go mine and get where I’m going, like they say, before ye. ♥

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