Day 21 of Poetry Month...

                                       MAY FLIGHTS OF ANGELS…

            (Dream, upon the 50th Anniversary of the Death of Robert Kennedy)

            In gentle wings of feathers wrapped, 

            They carried me above the darkened city streets.

            But I felt safe,

            Because they let me bring my tiny dog.

            The two of us adrift, not knowing why,

            Or where we were to go, I held her close.

            They brought me to a quiet grove of trees,

            A table set, and melodies a drift,

            And birds with candles flittering about,

            Would hover close, then gently drift away.

             They said (we could not see them, only hear)

            That soon, a special guest would join us there.

             My dog sat by my side, her tail a whirl,

            And I sipped something from a crystal cup.

             And as I sipped, across from me took shape

            The form of one I recognized at once,

            From long ago.

He smiled and raised a glass.

            He had just won the California vote…

             I begged him not to use the kitchen passage…

             “Oh no, it’s safe,” he said.

            Then he was gone.

©Sally Stevens 2018