Our Man in Europe, now living in Belize: "Angel in the morning."
...ANGEL IN THE MORNING. Angel hanging out. In plain sight. The Angel of the Morning, bloody Mary-cocktail, awakening. That drunken Man, ears filled with Tavern song & midnight stories, myriad visions in Pine forests...
... a wisp in the wind, a dance in your gaze or to clutch at your crotch like a Goethe "Schwartz-Nacht Engel"...Saint Walpurgis night!...
...Wizards, devils dance in the air, a satanic ANGEL un-afraid, that screams that hollow scream enabling your song for a night into a dreary day which lights a lantern to stumble on your way.
DOGS ARE BARKING! But Cats MEOWW...like angels in the morning, "a-la" a daughter (Sisters?) a love for her pet Lamb? A courage un-foreseen. A William Tells bow ARROW, a spleen. Did U ever SCRATCH THAT? TELESCOPE? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? And just who or what R. U. supposed to be?
The Angel in the Moonlight, an intrinsic forgotten valve, a lost kernel, a bud, a shoot from another's tree. Or a promise, a SYMPHONY, yet like an angel in the morning ...flew with gossamer wings.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix
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