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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