She stood there in the snow
looking, for all the world,
like an angel,
and I for my part
could not help but laugh
knowing angels like her are surely in short supply
and even shorter demand.
One of those children of fate
who time has whispered its secrets to
as it fled past
spouting half formed
sentence fragments
and making believe they were the highest art form.
She believed too much
and trusted too little
but perhaps she is an angel in this snow
for aren't we all guilty of those sins?

12/17/2003

Author's Note: not sure if I like this or not I definately had it thought out differently but it came out like this... funny when it happens that way.

Posted on 12/17/2003
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