ALL THE ANGELS

The rain whispers

Outside the kitchen window

Like many days before

It’s amazing how fast

The pussy willow tree grows

One day she’s naked

The next she’s dressed

For dinner

Saying hurry up

Lets go

All pink buds closed

Waiting for the sun

To open her up

Like my girlfriend

She puts up

With my mood swings

The severe weather

Sings, us to sleep

Alarming, for residents

Of Los Angeles to

Get so much rain

Almost gives a pinch

Of pain, as it reminds

Us of the life we left behind

To come & play in the sun

Under hums of a freeway

All of us in ways

Dreamers

Lost astray

In songs from the 60’s

Rock-star dreams

Hippy love making scenes

We’re the ones that sang

Too loud, we danced too

Strong, most of us

Yes, we stayed high for

Too long

But not too high

The swells today

The ocean in the rain

Grey like my mother’s refrain

Making sure I don’t do anything

That she wouldn’t approve of

Still reaching for the white doves

Of love, cometh perch

Gently my shoulder

Lift ways the boulder of guilt

& shame,  a lifetime

Of take & greed

Saying yes till we bleed

The citizens of Los Angeles

We are the angels of the world

Resting peaceful again

Comforted between

Four warm walls, as the gas

Heater clicks back on

The Christmas Tree

Still in song & the sound

Of these keys, clicking

Feel me trickling

As another rainy day

This way cometh