just for show

a poem about winged people.

I remember one day

I was on the porch rocking

when what do i see but a pack of angels

walking down the street

they looked normal

aside from the wings

I waved hello

They did the same

i asked if they were angels

they said no

i asked if was hallucinating 

they said possibly

I asked why did they walk

when they had wings

and they said they were too heavy 

to ever fly.

so i went back to rocking

and they continued walking.