Any Heavens

If there are any heavens

my mother will all by herself

have one.

It will not be a pansy heaven

nor a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley.

It will be a heaven of solid yellow roses

with sturdy thick notched stems

not prone to bending.


The blooms will be embarrassingly,

Sinfully fragrant, the size of

baseballs when fully blazing.

They’ll radiate light in their yellowness and

never die.

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