eyes that do not see

the poetic vision of erin angel

Sometimes the air is shakey and the view murky, like above a fire on a summer day... as ash and wind and smoke curl and toss the thick, convoluted air...and then only an angel can see ...clearly...

"Four angels up above the street,
Each one playing a horn,
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out,
They've been there since Christmas morn.

The angels play on their horns all day,
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.
But does anyone hear the music they play,
Does anyone even try?"

four poems

Wide Open
No Parking
Penitentiary
I'm So Worthy

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