Greedy Angels

I danced on

the head of a pin,

ecstatic within,

jostled left,

shoved right,

by those greedy

Angels —

my Friends.

They wanted the pin,

just for them,

their dance,

their whims.

Jostled and shoved,

I reminded them,


that I wouldn’t be

confined or penned,

upon the pin,

that I had penned.


we all danced


©️ CGT, 2018.

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