on the roof of heaven
peers down at me
in my underwear
at 8 am watering
my lilies that never bloom
year after year though they
still make a fine clump
of sinewy leaves
when do you want
to patch this roof
and ascend he wants
to know and if he
can pick one of my
rosy pomegranates
they’re not ripe yet
I say but if you wrap
them in newspaper
they ripen fast he says
I’ve never heard of that
I say but I’ll give it a try
I usually wait too late
to pick them until they’re
full of cancer inside let’s
do the roof in the spring
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