Questioning the Idea of Heaven
Can it be true
that I’ll not see you
again?
That all will never be
as it always should
have been?
Will we not laugh
at trivial cruelties, which you
will allow me to call
every single one?
Match memory for memory
like one might measure height
in penciled lines by the side
of a door, the pine jamb varnished yellow
as a child-drawn sun?
We did have the door,
the pine,
the sun–
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A poem of sorts for Margaret Bednar’s prompt Artistic Interpretations on With Real Toads to make a poem using an image by Toril Fisher, this one called California Poppy Glow. Margaret has many lovely pictures of Toril’s work on the Real Toads website–the color in these flowers oddly made me think of sun. (I may post another one re garlic–but haven’t quite done that one yet.)
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