What I Angels Were Giants?

And you saw one slouching in the yard there,
Her shoulders towering like the massive bush
of a wet tree holding

feathers in her mouth,
weeping at the dynasty of her busted family,
and how they’d gone back into their
holes in Arizona.

Their pets, huge Gila monsters
and saguaro cacti aching for
balance in the white wind
had run away.

What if the giant angel
became pregnant? And her belly grew
grass and we used it as an exquisite playground?

And her birth canal was the
tunnel to our houses?