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Every blade of grass has an angel that bends over it and whispers, “Grow, grow.”

            —The Talmud

 

Imagine them, all those angels

jostling over the field,

catching their hands

in each other’s halos,

their wings a shimmering

fuss. Imagine the rising tide

of the chorus, how

whisper turns clamor

turns turbulent roar.

Imagine the dizzying pitch

of encouragement, grow,

Grow, GROW, until bam!

a riotous tumult of green.

 

But what of the song

at the end of the season,

when angels, exhausted,

sigh rest, rest. And they press

their tired cheeks against

each other’s faces, let

their wings dangle

in lucent grace. And the field,

seeded, relaxes and goldens

and sleeps. And the angels

snuggle in sacred heaps and breathe,

and breathe, white robes

like snow, and they sleep talk

between their sonorous snores,

that’s enough, dear one, let go.

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Of course the angels fall—

perhaps when leaning in closer

to hear our whispers

 

or when trying to keep up with us

as we dance—

 

perhaps because they wish

in that moment for bodies such as ours,

bodies so full of hope and passion,

 

so alive with risk and rush,

that they trip on their hems

 

and forget for a moment

they have wings, forget for a moment

 

they’re supposed to be guarding us,

preferring to watch as we fall, too,

all of us ripe, sweet apples.

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