My Angel with a Colored Face

In the fluorescent light

Of the General Store

The Angel ‘s face shimmered,

Its wings- feathered clouds,

Its gown- shining gold

I loved it; I had to buy it

Home, on my nightstand, facing my bed

I noticed that my Angel had a colored face

“It doesn’t matter,”

I thought,

“I love it anyway.”

Yesterday, as I pulled into the parking lot

Of a grocery store

Another car pulled next to me

And a woman with colored face told me that

I’m driving with a flat tire.

As I turned around to look at my tires

And then, back to thank the lady properly

She had already pulled away.

“My Angel with a colored face

Is watching over me,”

I thought.

REA-SILVIA COSTIN. 2014