The Angel Of Suppose...For Her Poem by r james sterzinger

the angel
of suppose
smiled at me
as I crossed
the room
to leave
and go to work

I wondered
to myself
what was I
suppose to do
with that smile?

I have an unreliable
memory
that doesn't hold
and the angel's smile
was just too beautiful
to put haphazardly
in a pocket.

I lost a rosary like that once
a crucifix on a chain too
several fine pens
a fine book of poems by
Mark Doty
and a girl's phone number
when that sort of thing mattered

the Buddha was right
the sadness of life
is the impermanence
of things

but the angel of suppose
smiled at me
as I crossed the room
so I wrote this poem
to keep that beautiful smile safe
the only way
that I can.