My guardian angel
is mostly wing.
Silk-soft pillows
enfold me
in milky-
white safety
when I can’t find
the moon.
He says,
“Love is in
the ashes,
baby,
and there ain’t
nothin’ brighter
than the stars
on a new moon.”
My angel
is from
the streets.
Who would have
guessed I got
one from here?
“Did you fall
from heaven
or something?”
He flaps a
smoke-curled
wing
and grins.
“Heaven’s
here.”
This fun poem just came out as I pictured a very cool-looking angel helping me through this tricky lockdown time. I hope you can find humor and truth in it. – Giulietta
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