CHANDELIERS
IN HEAVEN
Heaven is
a big mall
where
everything is free
and
priceless
clerks are
angels
who help
to choose
the most
beautiful gift,
lipsticks
are flecked with
gold and
silver
and don’t
rub off
with a
kiss.
Chandeliers
hang in heaven
Women go
to spas
And are
beauties without makeup
Men shop
for garden tools
And don’t
stare at overflow bras.
Only the
flow of love
Washes
through the heavenly mall.
Chandeliers
hang in heaven
everyone
meets at the Agape café
where the
owner Emily
serves her
liquor never brewed
with
cucumber sandwiches.
No one is
exhausted
when they
fly home,
no bag is
too heavy
nothing
breaks
especially
hearts.
***
VAN GOGH
PARK
In my
neighborhood park
I find
your flowers, the iris
and the
sunflower.
This park
is an afterthought
at the
edge
of a kids’
playground
and a
football field,
a park
that is unkempt
but there
your flowers grow.
They
remind me
of you who
suffered
from
neglect
yet you
worked so hard
until you
felt
there was
no option
but that
wide night
sky.
Beyond the
stars,
a glorious
shade of yellow
you never
saw before.
From
the chapbook Van Gogh Park: Poems, 2011.
Anne Cimon is a Montreal freelance journalist and poet. She has published four books of poetry including the bilingual edition An Angel around the Corner/ Un ange autour du coin (Borealis Press).
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