In heaven,
everything's great. They
flit around saying
congratulations,
you made it
to your destination.
Finally, there really is no
tomorrow; nothing
comes later.
the light
in the sky is so
pure and eternal—
like it's always
10 a.m; the sun
will never set.
The streets are gleaming;
you quickly notice
there's no litter—
because there's no shopping bags,
and there's no such thing here
as yesterday's paper.
No one drinks coffee,
because everyone's
awake.
If you'd like,
you can still close your eyes
and imagine
being happy, but
you're never quite sure
if you've done it correctly,
since you're no longer able
to make a mistake.
