Mirrors just hide their favorite images
from the grass of the sky. Holy shit
is forever beyond the grasp of
the righteous and the worthy.
Take a look at a bird. How many
flaps of the wings can you bear?
How many gods has it ruined?
Ivan Peledov lives in Colorado. His poems have appeared in Impspired, Ponder Savant, Unlikely Stories, Sonic Boom, and other publications.