MISSINGS

I miss your wet clay pot.

Do you miss my water?

IN PARALLEL

flowers (lovers) in fields

(with zeal) shed blooms’

blood (shuck loomed goods)

without blame (with no shame)

as winter comes (and future

Comes)

REALTOR

“I gave Milton Paradise

and gave Whitman Manhattan.

I gave Coleridge Xanadu

and gave Plato Atlantis. 

I gifted Adam Eden

and I gave Dante Hell.”

Then, please, Muse, grant me Heaven.