She is going to heaven

 


She imagined herself flying to going to heaven and

arriving there staying on the sweet 

grass playing with lambs, rabbits, hares, bears, and lions.

Would walk away with the wolves.

She would doing the animals rolling,

sitting, and giving the paws, lovely:


The privileged class for someone like her; no sin.

“Living to eternal eternity, eternally”

Remembering that born broken without any pence

Her adorned golden mansion in one village

 

exclusive to billionaires.


In the Earth, the bills in her name slipping by crests 

under the door.

Poor salary and great dreams.


Now, she is walking in the sky taking the diamond stars 

to invest in rich jewelry.

Waiting that one day God comes 

to buy something for the angels.

“Maybe, I will charge an affordable price

for each item; I know how poor He is”

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I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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