Every morning, as soon as I open
my eyes—outside my window
I see the same Invisible angel
in the form of a majestic Monarch
dancing around my flowers
until my lonely bones can greet her
and say— Hi Etta!
It must be a visit from my wife
who was convinced she once danced
as the star of a harem for Hathor,
a Goddess of Beauty in a previous
I wish I could have been there
to provide a standing ovation.