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Summer 2007Table of Contents - Vol. III, No. 2
Isolda Dosamantes
For My Angel
I still feel his feathers on my torso
and his hair
mixes with the wind for a moment.
I saw his wings
I wanted to hold him
in the doorway
but he vanished.
All that lingers is the scent of his skin
the shadow of his wings
his presence.
Yesterday we flew together.
My hand traced his back
with light in my fingers.
-- Translated from the Spanish by Toshiya Kamei
© Toshiya Kamei
© Toshiya Kamei
Loch Raven ReviewQuarterly Literary Journal ISSN: 1557-7627
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Print and Digital Editions
Jim Doss, Editor Christopher George, Editor
Published in Maryland, USACopyright © 2007 by Loch Raven Review;All Rights Reserved.
SUBMISSIONS: submissions@lochravenreview.net
Editors:mailto:editors@lochravenreview.net
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