heaven

he would stand in the wind and let it drag a tear from his eye

she would smile from the porch as smoke uncurled from her mouth and went racing into twentieth century myth

he would unfold his arms and close his eyes to appraise the heavens

she would sigh and take another drag

waiting for this madness to pass

he would turn to her and complain that it was all too complex to be an accident

she would laugh and offer him a hit

he would join her on the porch, drawn from his tedious and indignant revelations into a quiet moment of love

she would lay her head on his shoulder and rename all the stars to soothe his visions