On Wings of Song

 have I told you  that there can be angels everywhere- perched on the clothesline or in the garden chair?

 and they observe the comings and goings of humans, picking a piece of stone, turning it over to  read a story or a poem?

 well, yes there are angels that you will sometimes see when you blink your eyes and believe that they are just minding their own business,

 even on a sunny day, when the pond water reflects a luminous star whose roots stretch down to the bottom of the water

and whose veins run purple liquid like the stain of some wild berries,  angels run around, fly about, soaking in the sun, waiting for moonlight and wishing for a gentle shower to create a rainbow in the sky.