Summer Before Last I Saw an Angel
Way out West where cowboys
and Indians live (they live in villages, native), two summers
ago there was an angel
at the gasoline pump--Chevron Station. (Greenbrae, CA.).
He looked like a man; there
are many men, but few angels
encountered at the Chevron, even in summer
the year before regular gasoline prices jumped.
Some like it here, these angels; tell
you these tall creatures as from
early Biblical story times. These are those among us.
Look for them now and then. Portents of friendly,
I hope, visitors walking among us
and driving both General Motors and foreign made
automobiles, filling the tank at the Chevron in summer daylight.
Are you a believer in angels, tall
or like many that these are travelers
come among us to stand and wait, enjoying
us humankind who are really animals of earthly birth.