to my Angel
(Michael-Angel-Oh!)
my Angel,
Michael,
reached today
from
the land of smokey sky,
drizzled air,
scent of sea and pine -
alive
in my mind
my Angel,
Michael.
Friend, poet,
grasped hands
with one in
a Southern clime,
hazy breeze,
melting sun -
my Angel,
Michael.
Unseen, speaking
fluidly, sweetly
within
the heart
which pulses now
for him...
K.E.C., March 1996