Heaven is a Warm Café

Poem No. 172

It’s not always clear to me whether or not a specific poem has a title. That’s the case with this poem, which has been labelled in my notebook as Heaven is a Warm Café for several months. I like that title, but the poem has evolved a bit, since the first lines I jotted in February, and it may continue to grow and shift in the coming years. For now, it’s reached a plateau of completion, and I think in its current form it works better on the page with no label at all.

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I do not believe in heaven
but if I land there by mistake
I hope to find it’s nothing more
than a rainy afternoon
in a quiet tea shop,
with a good book
a warm hearth
two comfy chairs
and infinite pie,
where you and I can chat forever
while every animal we’ve ever loved
breathes safe and dreams
by the crackling fire.

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Chat again soon,
~ A

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