From-To Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

From-To



sun sets
night falls

the Angel ran a few steps as he touched down
next to the diesel-pumps
on the service-station forecourt

shook his
they would call them wings

just checking-in
he made a celestial call
please behave
we can't afford another fall

then zipped inside his quilted anorak
he hitched a lift

and unsurprisingly
set some deluded girl adrift

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