Of all the numberless and legendary angels,
few guard the meek.
We inherit, mostly, a basic
heart-in-the-mouth
sense of derring do
and swing a mighty, lurching lance:
head on, daily endeavors
reach heroic
unproportions,
unknown, alas, to the
competent company
pinning medals on those
other heroes.
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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