No One Knows the Way to Heaven

but we keep walking anyway.
                                      When you get here it will be
but we will use the same words.
                                        You will look & look—& see
only the world. Well here’s
                                    the world, sweetheart. One
little word
as small & large as a father.
                                            Why are my hands always
when touching those I love?

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