Heaven
if I recognised it:
strong tea in the morning
sweet meats for dinner
coffee and bread with plum jam
in the afternoon.
a lark of angels
skilled in their trade
wheeling through
the cosmos
in loosed curly
apparel
they have rid themselves
of any grandiose
they work tirelessly
now you see them
now you don’t.
the newscaster’s
lively
reports
of life on earth
we’re kept in the picture:
they can’t decide
on some poor stranger’s
punishment.
elsewhere there is
unity and light
in placid neighbourhoods
around the county.
knowing it is better than that.

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