Heaven
heavens
to betsy, this poetry has gotten
far
too serious. Now hell would be serious, warm and toasty
but
probably not fun like heaven
so
let’s go light or lite and think about rainbows,
chocolate,
seeing folks we miss (my Mom, my Nana),
and
being young and thin and carefree again
or
still old and pudgy but carefree again
throw
away the glasses, no aches or pains
green
grass, blue skies, and fields of flowers
beaches,
and butterflies, mountains, and fountains
heaps
of mashed potatoes, and endless enchiladas
whimsical
roundtables with endless laughs
soaring
music with choirs of rock angels
peace
and love and peace and love
and
peace and love and peace and love
heaven
should be peace and love to
infinity
