Sonnets From Other Lives: Will

Thinking about angels as he walks
out of the cinema onto the street—
In the film they brood & sit around & talk
about the gift that is mortality.
Desire for them became a thing with wings—
perhaps feathered like its cousin Hope.
Three old men busking in a doorway sing
gospel music for his coins. To cope
with eternity must seraphim
balance forbearance with curiosity?
The poor angel who must watch over him--
his boring life— bereft of mystery.
It’s cold. He’ll hurry home & build a fire—
pour a whiskey & put wings to his desire