22.02.02

i want to be an angel,
floating along on silver wings
hovering high above the crowd
silent and unseen

wearing beat-up cords
and a tiny black tank top
red sneakers on my feet
tiny butterfly clips
in my short platinum hair

landing in among the people
scattered in the street
appearing ordinary
surrounded by an aura
that makes passersby think twice

then i'd sink into the shadows
and watch for a while,
peeking in on ground level
seeing the pain and tears
swirling around in the air,
being washed down the road
by the ebb and flow of traffic

reaching out and touching people-
they don't know i'm there,
but the brush of my fingertips
against their arm or forehead
would make them feel at peace.

then i'd fly right back up to heaven,
rest a while,
and come back down

just trying to help,
making others' lives momentarily right
instead of doing nothing
and feeling helpless
as i do presently.

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