Angel

An angel

stood upon

a dark cloud

and yelled

to the nearest ear,

“Good God,

is it cold up here!”

She floated

down

to meet me instead,

opened folding chairs

at the county fair

and wondered

what to do

with her hair

and the human essence

that only we know:

how to love,

how to let love go.

November 3, 2014

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