I just want to move slowly
through the day and maybe night
when they turn the sprinklers on.
I yearn for clouds to manifest
in summer’s cerulean unfortunately
clear sky. Heaven is a patch of grass
nobody dares to walk across
because the dogs got there first.
I’d like my days to mirror
each other into infinitude.
Too much to ask, to ooze
smoothly along a path
I make up as I go?
Penelope Moffet is a Southern California poet whose most recent chapbook is It Isn't That They Mean to Kill You (Arroyo Seco Press, 2018). The drawing, Snail Heaven, was created as part of the 2020 Postcard Poetry (PoPo) festival, and the first draft of the poem was then written on the back of the card.
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