A Poem for Tuesday

lucifer morning-star  by Lucille Clifton

the wings are myth:
had i wings
i would have flown by now.

what i have are feet
that never carry me where i need to be
and a road that does not go
all the way in any direction.

time is what is left to me,
the one immortal angel always falling
far from  the glory gallows
and the resurrection.

from the Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton 1965-2010

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