Friday, November 07, 2014

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