As The Angel Watched
Certainly, you will understand it after some time. (Qur'an, 38:88)

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all of them did it differently
but returned with the same message,
the widow turned her cap
or tucked a shirt with a little bit
of the old pride sticking out.
Coming up the hill in lock-step
it's all a bit mad but I'm not against it
not anymore
the bikers the sportscars the lucky tickets
and the smell of roasted meats wafting
through the early evening air
near the old man's rose bushes
no one seems to notice anymore,
left to their own devices and bittersweet
activities, budging at the wasps.
The kids are up the street talking tough
but they've lost all the corners
don't know what an old place looks like.
At least the girl flips her hair and looks
away from the truck where
the star hitching takes place,
gets her out of town.
Don't pretend the sky isn't that wonderful
colors and types deal that goes on
unless you are used to it and then
nevermind, this isn't in the specs
placed in the hands of newborn sons.
The world up on that end
is comfortable now, used to
match-making and dog letting,
used to all the forgetting
that leaves sofas and big iron gadgets
out there for penny-wise marketeers.
I've done that too, made use
of each sticky situation, seen
every piece of jewelry melted
into golden milkers and beer cans.
Note here, the disagreement
is on the same black page,
there isn't any other option
but to erase the cloud cover
and open the heavens
for one more try, all a bit disheartening
when you hear about it the first time
and the devil clears his salt throat
before the last eulogy
every other Saturday.
But the second time, ah, the second time.