The Moment

Fire lives within these veins of melted gold. Feathers flicker in a serphantine dance. Yes, Earth angels exist. This joy comes from healing the bruised and fallen soldiers of life. Holding a Starbucks grande iced coffee with cream and classic sugar, I hold open a door for some passerby. I smile. Shades hide my almond eyes. Speaking of, I’m meant to be like an almond joy. One bite, and happiness expands outward as the sun explodes. A super nova. The ice cubes in my plastic concubine align as caffeine realization sparks my epiphany. Earth angels exist.

-ED