Broken Angels

“I found this angel in the parking lot,” she said,

“Is it good luck?”

“Could be,” I said.

“I stepped on it,” she said, “by accident.”

“Broken angel, sounds like all of us,” I said.

She smiled and walked away,

carrying the keepsake with pride.

 

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