Heaven is everywhere
but there’s still
the world
The world is Cancer House Fires and Brain Death here in America
But I love the world
Emily Dickinson
to the rescue
I used to think we were bread
gentle work and water
We’re not
But we’re still beautiful
Killing each other as much as we can
beneath the
pines
The pines
that are somebody’s
masterpiece
from FliesFind it in the library
Copyright © 2011 Michael Dickman
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on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.
