The Flight of Angels
A Christmas Poem
Christmas angels soar above the High Street sparkling and twinkling
Crowds hurry in the twilight huddled against the chill of a winter’s night
The city traffic is gridlocked; horns honk angrily as the masses scurry along
Side-stepping theatre-goers, shoppers, diners, drinkers, party-goers, city types
Carried along in a sea of people determined; destinations logged; autopilot on
Phone screens…