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Angel
Black eyebrows fall in the haircutting shop
Where a Lithuanian lady drapes a cape over me like a shower curtain
Wet scissors and warm waves of hair dryers
Humid sticky clumps on the tile floor
Everything hair-dusted like flour
Angels watch over me from a higher shelf
Pink and blue with china wings
I want to touch them and play with them
I guess nobody will ever know
What the angels sing to me
Watching over me as I wait for hours.
Far from the haircutting shop
I think of the angels in my own little life
I want to give them all a standing ovation
You never know
Who sleeps and wakes and walks beside your sadness
Till you look over your sunset shoulder and find them gone
They lay down before me till daytime has come
And they stay after closing
Watching over me
Watching by the wayside—
Oh, I love the angels
I love the older angels.
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In this poem, a china figurine of an angel in a city haircutting shop staring down at me becomes a metaphor for other "angels" that watch over a person's life--people who are dear to you and are constants in trouble.