Angels Too

Angels Too… I didn’t believe it was possible, mind I had been away for some time, angles growing old? In the fair Faro, an old city in Algarve, Portugal she lives and used to be as blond and pure as the ones one sees in fairytale books, here where people are olive skinned and look Arabic- which make them kinder than peoples who live up north-. When she floated through my town in the afternoon, people lined streets in the hope that her smile would fall on them for luck, alas, no more. Grey haired now, wearing slippers, bunions give her great pain, she looks inwards which is a good thing as no one recognizes her anymore. Smiled to her and said halloo, that woke her up, she smiled back at me, yes, the same angle is still in there just harder to see; thus fortified by her glow I did my newspaper round.