
A Small Girl Wearing Angel Wings
She’s as faithful as a tree,
standing there,
singing,
small hands cold as blue light,
she takes a coin here and there,
sings on the corner
of 1st and Hythe Road,
stands with a man from the Mission,
she’s like a dove,
a flushed joyful point
in this flu and gloom.
© Misky 2020
One response to “Of Flu and Gloom”
Wow that’s a lovely poetic visual, Misky!!
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