This Halo and Those Wings
Bells jingle as I open the store door.
The counter, too high to see over,
The counter, too high to see over,
holds the small bell I touch
to remind The Man I'm here.
A booming voice from the back,
"Yes, child?"
"Please, sir, I want this
golden halo
and these fluttering wings."
He still doesn't step out.
"It's all I ask.
All the beautiful life in this store
and all I want is this
perfect halo
and helping wings.
I have penance, sir, you see.
I pay you."
A moment's pause before a regretful
voice, "Not enough, child.
Not enough."
I sink off my tip-toes beneath
the counter and shuffle out and
away from the gate
and hear the lying chirp
of the bells.
to remind The Man I'm here.
A booming voice from the back,
"Yes, child?"
"Please, sir, I want this
golden halo
and these fluttering wings."
He still doesn't step out.
"It's all I ask.
All the beautiful life in this store
and all I want is this
perfect halo
and helping wings.
I have penance, sir, you see.
I pay you."
A moment's pause before a regretful
voice, "Not enough, child.
Not enough."
I sink off my tip-toes beneath
the counter and shuffle out and
away from the gate
and hear the lying chirp
of the bells.
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