Pepito Sings
On white horse wings
Ushered in from corners
Farther than those
With unlikely souls
Time is still for angels
Quiet, persistent and bold
Clever silk, scheming
Beneath the weaving
Of a flying red horse
Charged with his mission
Announcing his course
Windswept out to sea
We ride to the north
To cold slanting ilses of moss golden green
Our paths to toss time
Clever silk angel’s scheme
Plan not to clear the river
But stop in the stream
A light shines on us
In this angles dream
Where forever is a minute
That begins with this ring
poem by Stuart Knapp
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