they say, everything
is just great.
Angels play trumpets,
while both sets
of grandparents
wave banners
that say: congratulations,
you made it!
It's always
12 noon there, so
no one's running late,
and the lawns are green
and spotless—though you
never have to rake.
The coffee there is excellent—
though most folks
barely sip it, since
there's no such thing
as craving, and everyone's
awake.
Of course, if you want,
you're still free
to close your eyes
and try to imagine
what it's like
to be unhappy—
though you'll never be
sure if you've
done it correctly,
since you're
no longer able
to make a mistake.
