Heaven must be
like rounding a bend
on some thin, broken valley road
in home county Pennsylvania,
eyes on the texture
of the asphalt ribbon
poured haphazardly over green fields
hunched and huddled together
for warmth, perhaps companionship,
mind on the shades
of ember red and gold
the sky carefully selected
for a cold, slender evening
slipping quietly from November,
and noticing suddenly
with soothing, ecstatic assurance
two distant pastures
covered with last week"s forgotten snow
leaning in to satisfy the lingering thirst
of a second, eternal glance
Heaven Must Be a Second, Eternal Glance
© Copyright: Павло Павло, 2001
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