She collects angels <br />the way others amass shoes, <br /> <br />or a child collects marbles <br />or unicorns, surrounding herself <br /> <br />with their mythical grace <br />like a plush mink coat. <br /> <br />Filled to its beams <br />with a thousand wings <br /> <br />her bedroom crouches, ready <br />to rise from its floorboards <br /> <br />to the grand foyer of her Lord. <br />She's been praying <br /> <br />for that moment for some time. <br />She has some questions for him.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heaven-and-the-working-class/
