Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Someone’s idea of Heaven

is a woman selling carnations
on a sidewalk in the clouds.
Her hair,
braided,
down her back,
curling like waves at the bottom.
On Sunday
she comes,
in spite of the sun,
with her plastic bucket and her flowers,
and waits for the new arrivals.
They look so unsure
in their white gowns.
She hands them a red carnation
and smiles.
Yes,
You are here.
You have made it.