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Vivian Maier Considers Heaven from a Bench in Rogers Beach Park Chicago
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In Heaven nobody will be alone

In Heaven   except for me and nobody

  Nobody calls    nobody comes

My nobody expands across the country

 

The way a parachute expands across

The sky   it does if you’re right under it

  In Heaven they’ll throw me    in the lost

And found    where I guess everybody goes

 

At first   now   that I think about it   what

Will be my special place apart   I wonder

  Or will they leave me in the lost

And found box after they have scooped the heaven-

 

ly out   a permanent person in a tem-

porary place   roles are reversed in Heaven

  Nobody calls   nobody comes

In Heaven I expect the children are

 

A kind of furniture   nobody sits on

Like flowers in Manhattan    maybe sometimes

  They’re brought to God and God says This one

And that   ottoman is sent back to life

 

A baby   and for some this seems to never

Happen   I think I’m such a child returned

  Most things in my life seemed to never

Happen before they happened   now they seem to

 

Have never happened though they have   for the time

Being I am   for now I’m stuck in most

  Things having never happened I’m

A lamp   shining in an abandoned building

 

But for a lamp I think that would be Heaven