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By Gale Acuff

PROMPT — I will not rest until ...

When my soul sails to Heaven like a kite

to be judged, my soul's the kite, not Heaven

that is, I'll close my eyes, I'm afraid of

heights and for that matter the dark as well,

which is what I guess Hell's like when it's not

afire and considering I don't want

to die at all then maybe Earth is both

and not just one or the other, maybe

my favorite afterlife would be the Earth

but not too high and bright or dark and low,

which is pretty much what I take it for

now and to ease a little of the load

from God's shoulders He can just let me hang

where I am for eternity. Spinning.


Gale Acuff has had hundreds of poems published in eleven countries and is the author of three books of poetry. He has taught university English in the US, China, and Palestine. He writes from the Department of English, Arab American University in Zababdeh, Palestine.


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