I met my guardian angel
he smelled of sunshine, coffee, and traveled air
It was in York, Nebraska — midpoint from home to Clay Center
he smiled at me so sweetly
with a flutter of dust and sunshine at his shoulder blades
he sat down, ate, and drank coffee
I felt a homey warmth when he walked passed
he had a twinkle in his eye
his stride was tall and confident
he said nothing more than his order
and smiled at me as I left
sometimes I can still feel the gentle warmth of him brushing by
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MaKenzi Lynn
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