From-To
sun sets
night falls
the Angel ran a few steps as he touched down
next to the diesel-pumps
on the service-station forecourt
shook his
they would call them wings
just checking-in
he made a celestial call
please behave
we can't afford another fall
then zipped inside his quilted anorak
he hitched a lift
and unsurprisingly
set some deluded girl adrift
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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