A Glorious Focal Point Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Little by little it goes
Like a titi bird in the sky
Flying with open wings
yes, they say
In a deep and soft voice
Is an angel
Where is it going?

Now they open their eyes
In a wonderful smile
really awanderful grin
with their lips inside agape
Noses nearly pointing to each other
What? They say

Prescription rescues
The matter of change
and the open window
with some drizzles
on it

So it does slide
where is it going?
Is the green field
of somebody
It closes its wings
slightly
Yes, it really smiles
on ends