i met the sweetest of angels yesterday.
and i knew it was true
since she got those
flowers with a message
“the angels are watching your every move”
and i never saw the most innocent of clothes
that she’s chosen for her mission.
is there a thrift shop in heaven
where the clothes of the pure go?
she must have picked them up there.
we chirped and chattered,
i watched lighted sparks spring
oh yes, there’s electricity in angel wings.,
didn’t you know; i was sorry to have to go.