Angel Man

Angel Man: Ray Scott Angel Man with wide-wings clipped Somewhat broken, lost and scrambled Made from autumn leaf-dust sighing cyclone breeze Forever searching for someone With whom he most securely fits Blown together, brought to bits (Loose paper scrap book biographies) By all that stirs and scatters Whirla-rola-mantra’cally, over-acta’motionally Floating in the steady calm, between The wind and leaves Knowing that together, one of them Will never break apart again Held Like separate, Piscean streams Drifting in a dream Along this meditating certainty Connective from the moment With no end And with no start Angel Man, he can forever, never miss her, In his much more gentle, knowing mind And stronger, steady heart