If this is hell, I
wonder what heaven looks like.
You cannot imagine a sky
bluer than this blue.
What’s the Platonic form
of butterflies?
You close your eyes and smell
the sunlight on the long grass.
Will the stars sing with us?
Every square inch of you
bursts with dandelion seeds.
I wonder how perfect laughter

A nightingale swoops down
from its branch and chirps at you.
What is God’s Chord?
The warmth on your skin almost
lulls you to easy summer sleep.
What will love be?
You open your eyes, but you’re still
looking at the same sky.
Maybe another day.
You settle into the grass.
But it’s pretty damn beautiful here.