Last Years Angel

Last Years Angel
Has wings that won't stay on
the velcro faded
lost its muscular tone

She is poised with arms in second
head on one side
blessed by russet curls
a perfect
if
world weary face
one too many jello shots perhaps
a little sugar ,but nothing on the breath

She has no feet
just a tight bodice and
layered petals of golden net
so she is never grounded
and never will be

She is hoping for a strong draught
that will spin her like a helicopter seed
out of the corps de ballet
to top of the tree
prima again