Wings of Desire
Wings of Desire Camels and grapes and gems all around as if this were an oasis, but my arms are full of light, my eyes see only light I mean I can detect, inspect, get past the cameras at the school door, pick up the poems of children and drop more poems into their light-filled arms. They see me I see them but all the rest is veiled by light. You think I’m “being a poet,” but the camels, the gems, the hotdog stand are illusions. The light its absence, are not. I mean they were are always will be real. Colombo at the food truck talking to ein Engel: “I can’t see you, but I know you’re here.” Camels and fruits, flowers and gems, though, fingers and mouths and eyes. Even Wenders’ black and white film burst into color at the circus. S. Robbins, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 
My all time forever favorite movie. Of course.
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