the angels,
on break, linger at
the coffee
shop.
tucking their wings
behind them,
discussing
their day. who did
what,
who needs saving
later on.
who needs a thought
of comfort.
I see my guardian
angel
drinking a latte,
he waves,
and says hey.
no worries today,
i'll be along
in a minute.
Friday, October 13, 2017
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