The Angel wore shoes.
Questionable clubs of
Fast foxtrots...salsa.
Was never said...nail polish?
Sequined, tango gown?
Pixie-cut hair? 'Freeze' spray?
Long, sharp, manicured talons...
Nails. Hold...available.
And, 'human', style-walked
Sidewalks. Second sights,
Whistles!
Purposeful stride. Opening,
Closing doors.
Shopped sales. Canceled church.
Televangelists' 'demon'.
Glory Amen!
The Angel wore shoes.
People, peers' people, steeple-
Climbing rungs-Jacob's Ladder.
Why fear- rat nibbling minds..
Head high in sunlight downslide.
Deadfall.
Why listen in invisibilities?
Screams commonplace. Mundane.
Rungs break. Broken. Tokens,
Mementos...top of
Jacob's Ladder.
The Angel wore dancing shoes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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