Angel

Photograph by Cristina Miranda de Almeida

I saw her struggle on the street
in the traffic and the sleet
she said fields are burning
the searchlights are yearning

for what’s greater than hope or duty
she called for stars flesh love and beauty
but I was rushing on my way—
to what and why I couldn’t say

“Invisible Streams” B.W. Powe (Upcoming Publication)