by Holly Day
apocalyptic dreams comfort us
show an end to credit card debt, to war,
the confusion with our day-to-day ordinary lives
too wearily responsible to suicide
we ask God to end it for us.
the gleam in a Bible salesman’s eye
offers a glimpse of a Heaven waiting
just past the mushroom clouds
blooming on the horizon.
Holly Day is a housewife and mother of two living in Minneapolis,
Minnesota. Her poetry has recently appeared in The Oxford American, The
Midwest Quarterly, and Coal City Review. Her book publications include Music
Composition for Dummies, Guitar-All-in-One for Dummies, and Music Theory for
Dummies, which has recently been translated into French, Dutch, Spanish,
Russian, and Portuguese.