Author Tessa Kale Stay calm if suddenlythe angel at the table decidesto gently smooth the wrinklesin the cloth beneath your bread.You offer your crude foodso that he can taste it in his turnand raise to his pure lipsa simple everyday glass. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments