I saw an angel on a strangers arm
by the theater near the train station
she was bright like Key West
like a Los Angeles beech
she started to sing
I cried
now we weave moonbeams
the streets ark lights watch us
she ties tiny ribbons in the park
gestures of kindness like Christmas bulbs
her soft voice like an abolitionist
Crimson night amidst the voyeurs
no angry emblems eschew the window
her silence is filled with lavender stars
Topaz friends sigh in the muse light
She whispers - heaven is beautiful
Her wings are palmolive blue
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