We in Heaven

            Desire in pursuit of the whole is called love
                                                             Bill Kittredge 

In heaven, we will be peaceful; no hoi poloi of souk or mall or march.
I will not break your windows or bargain your yellow shoes,
but this day, the last lords dim the horizon.
If you keen, you hear- it sounds like this
a pause, a ballpein of surprise, a hammered silence.
And then all the powdered children of Beirut
are young again and washed.
 
I miss my daughters, teens in windbreakers
like Chinese girls in Paris
yellow, pink and blue I know them.
Grey hooded like some team
I know them.
In heaven; we toss semolina
grains into the whole and taste so completely
all worlds as true.
We don't go on being small.
I wear yellow shoes.
Your sword arrives.
 
He will say...
“I'm just saying”
and he keeps on saying
But we-
We in heaven-
won't have to hear him.
 
 
 

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