Thursday, August 07, 2008

Angel, by Nobody

Sidewalk art I came across during a walk…

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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
~George Elliot

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit.
~Mae West

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

on a pavement
where obvious foot
steps
erase
an angel's
in
dents/

lightness
finds a home
despite ? because of?
cracks breaking no
mother's
back

Anonymous said...

angels hover above us like fireflies on a humid summer's eve.


- Tina

Anonymous said...

-stepping on our legacy is like flushing the honor down the dreaded honeybucket.