Everywhere, my dear friend Kathy and I went in Rome, were angels carved in stone,
Reminding us of our innocence.
Under impossibly blue skies, above the Trevi Fountain,
In the saffron meditators above the Forum,
And beneath the pearlescence of a stormy evening,
We stared at the ancient miraculous,
All gorgeous reminders of our impermanence.
I love to see the beautiful cherubs, the angelic faces of benevolent protectors bring love and joy to our lives, keep us safe. It’s too bad that the USA doesn’t have more glorious sculptures as part of our daily existence.