paper wings

there's an angel with paper wings
and strawberry red hair.
she walks the urban concrete
naked at night
and she's all leg.

her eyes are gray and blue
but all the fire
is at the top where it falls.

holding to her sides the wind blows hard
and her arms are like noodles.

the moon showers
her in gray
until her hair
dusks red
as the paper wings
fall.