Angels

I hear the sound of angels' wings
Unless it's just the water rushing
Down the gutters where there clings
A tattered leaf or two. If so, the flushing
Of my drains will bring, at least,
A little cleanliness into
My life, and I have thus increased
What's next to angels. In this view
I am either way improved
Either by the angel flutters
In the aether as they moved
Or by cleaning out the gutters
As they drain. And so I see
Beauty either side of me.