Angels

I share a half-grin and
A shrug of eyebrows
With some random guy,
Sits at a table
Along sidewalk lined
By checkered cloth on
Café tables, as both
He and I admire
The same sweet angel
As she passes by;
Curly and long brown hair
All tied up in an untamed bun,
Legs like they reach way
Up unto the skies,
Still reaching for the sun,
As still both he and I adore
Those long, bronze,
Almost-brown legs making
Strides upon the warming
Morning pavement.

Then ten minutes later
Passes by
Another angel-
This one also bare thighed,
But with long blonde hair
Like silken wings
And precious, those
Green as Irish eyes
That’d pierce my heart
If only they would
Glance, for just a second,
Back at mine.
Her skin more light
And pale, but no less beautiful.
The sun plays games there
Inching up her back and
Venus shoulders.
And then, just as she strolls
Beneath a canopy
It hides.

Now redhead passes.
She’s got wavy hair,
Not like my sweet brown angel,
But I think blue eyes
Hide just behind her
Slightly-tinted glasses,
Not enough though
To distract me.
Her hips do that
More than enough,
As mean, mean walk
And conga stomp
She passes by and leaves
Her boot prints in the
Grains of sand along
Oasis in my mind, and I sit
At my Lincoln Road
Café corner still with
Dreams of all these angels
Sparkling in my eyes.