angel poem

master of human destinies am i
there were three in the meadow by the brook
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
when i was a boy at college
no prey am i of poor thoughts
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
there is no escape by the river
sweet with fern and rose
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
one with you
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
at dawn, he said
the air is full of dawn and spring