Coke Floats In Heaven There Must Be

Coke floats in Heaven there must be:

the creamy islands foaming into fizz

and sipped quite thickly through the straw

forever Saturday! afternoon and ice cream

never disappear! no need to go to the Store.

and the green glass sheen

the rings on the coffee table blessed

the curly dog awake and dreaming

since there's no need to sleep there anymore.

but run in blissful circles in an ever green yard

and wait and wait expectantly for the melting cones

to drip largesse of the butter pecan, of the dark cherry vanilla

 on radiant pavements, stickily:

where we're all smiling in our Easter clothes

that never get stained anymore

mary angela douglas 7 november 2014