Palazzo Vecchio

 
 
 
 
Dreaming of an effigy,
Dante
always gets to me even in
sleep where I keep my
darkest secrets.
 
Magnetic pins to prick my
conscience,
God always wins in
the end.
 
I see the far side
which looks to be a short
ride
from here.
 
If there really are Elysian fields
I would like a job in the garden
watching my arteries harden
even as daffodils bloom.
 

© 2018, John Smallshaw.