484. PARADISE

PARADISE
Pottery and silverware; claimants to
a poor man's throne. Steps running
slightly a'tilt, yet leading to something
someone called Heaven once : an
enraptured fever, a hut where the
stevedore lives, a footstool
for your forgotten oasis.
We deem 'rest' as no
movement at all.
Somehow, it's
Paradise
we call.