if there are any heavens
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have

one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor

a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but

it will be a heaven of blackred roses


my father will be(deep like a rose

tall like a rose)


standing near my


swaying over her


with eyes which are really petals and see


nothing with the face of a poet really which

is a flower and not a face with


which whisper

This is my beloved my


(suddenly in sunlight

he will bow,

& the whole garden will bow)