Angel by Joan McNerney
Angel I want to make an angel in the snow though I am old for that sort of thing. That is something I have never done. A woman from Vermont told me about it. Nobody made slush angels in Brooklyn…unheard of… with no meadows to angel in. We just threw hard packed snowballs at each other sliding over icy streets. Now I will take my pick of snow. Find a perfect field of that lush white stuff. I will lay down on a cool bed flapping my arms up and down to make sacred patterns. Yes, I will angel away over and over until finally I fly off to heaven. Want to wing it with me? Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. ...