Angels At The Exposition
The headline read
Not meant to be biblical
Angels referred instead
to the dancers at the Expo Club
on old Montreal Road outside of town
Half way to Hankrum
on the northbound fork
Up to port
It was fading on yellow rag
Something in a chest or a drawer liner
But folded and neat and creased
ever so carefully around the advertisement
Precious little Victorian etchings
cherubic chubbies donned each corner
and one cupid drew a bow
lower center, just above the address
out there on Old Montreal Road
What was it?
How did it go?
An angel in reputation
exposed on exhibition
such a display
with little hesitation
for the extreme exuberation
of the gentlemen
in rapt attention
Out old Montreal Road
at your discretion
Only at The Exposition
Join us won’t you?
Your Loving , Angela
I was compelled to do so.
Took the directions as told
But time and wind have claimed the road
And Life, it seems, has called Angela home
