no angels

as for the angels,
they were nowhere near
the pool that day,
hijacked as they must have been
by some other hedonist
who didn’t know my child,
just turned two, or how his
still-chubby arms would have
jackhammered as he trotted
toward the water, grinning like
a white cloud in the sky, making
a splash so sharp it would cut
a hole in the earth that no one
could reach or mend

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at

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