Avoiding Saint Peter

and when I arrive at Saint Peter's gate

will I have to recite

            wevver the weather be fine

or whether the weather be not

            we'll weather the wevver

whatever the wevver

            whether we like it or not

to assess my social class and subsequent disposition

full fledged and flying free

from thicket to thicket

like a finch

I'll skirt Saint Peter's gate and fly

straight to the rafters of Heaven

where my feathers will gleam in the radiance

of fires far below

© Dick Russell