^^ O ^ ^ Poem by RIC BASTASA

a halo
and four wings

angels and demons
a head

you give a wing clipped
dipped
rage,

why do you mistake the rage
of the sea
as her anger?

you sing. it is the singing sea
that sings
when you finally left her,

the rage is yours,
on four wings

the halo fades
and turns into the sun

the sun surrenders
its rays

to the petals of the
china flower

four wings, a halo, an angel
falling

it bears the initials of my name