Opal

An embryo

not vigurous enough

left the uterus.

***

As I passed by,

the old man at the corner of the street

hid his wings.

He was no angel after all.

People say angels are young

and God has grown old

just like an embryo should grow-

larger than mere Hope,                    

more eager than Life itself.

Unless its wings are being hidden on purpose.

***

Trains of faith lose their way in the dark of the memory -

nobody gets brighter,

nor better.

***

The sun plays happy at my sight.

Half-witted,

my shadow

does the same.