For several years, poets Willard and Yolen have been exchanging poems about angels. These poems reveal not only the poets' struggle with the angelic horde but also the mystery and the humor that a fascination with the angelic inevitably generates. In "Angels Fly," for instance, Yolen offers a comedic look at the reasons for angelic aerobatics: "Angels fly/because/they take themselves/lightly between the thumb/and forefinger,/and lift themselves/above the casual world." And, in "An Inconvenience of Wings," Willard imagines the pain of the angel's winged appendage: "How terrible for them/when a foot tingles,/a wing turns pins and needles." The poets also peer into the worlds of angels writing on the heads of pins, the fall of Lucifer, and the ways angels occupy themselves during summer and winter. Evanescent poetry of the gossamer realm; highly recommended.