Limpets
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The culture of angels has fallen with doves,
stewed with leather gloves and trumpets
silent as the clinging limpets.
Clam shell lockets harbor loves
lost on their ladies' breasts.
The rest is simple,
she stayed here
while he went over there,
shells and rockets
in his pocket
with her photograph.
They found him bleached with powdered fire,
sent his missile missive home.
Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com