Angels in White

Angels in white
Make journeys of mercy
To thirsty
Men at night.
While their drivers smile
Behind dark glasses.

Time passes
And angels take wing,
Perhaps leaving a little something
Behind
(Such as a shoe)
For a man to find,
So he may say
I remember you.

And, perchance
Angels may grace
The self-same place
With their dance
Of pleasure and pain,
Again and again.