the sound of everyday angels is
kite tails snapping, lover's nail tapping on empty glass.
it's hand-clasp, child's sigh,
rhythm of sandpaper, rustle of sheets.
it is steady breath in empty space
and hot jazz on a cool breeze,
the sound of loving out loud
and dancing in the rain,
eyes closed, ready feet slapping,
hands clapping in time
with hearts flung wider than the wind.
