i imagine heaven
an endless field of green grass
topped with golden steaks of could-be
free and wildflowers, pedals
smiling wider than arms
outstretched upwards, fists full
of shimmering fingered light
above us and showers of laughter
heavy as a thunderstorm
without the darkness
but the canvas hangs on the wall
and i lie sideways on the carpet.
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