“When one is highly alert to language, then nearly everything begs to be a poem.” ― James Tate

                                      Knockin' on Heaven's Door, (german movie), song Bob Dylan-Selig

“A Knock On The Door 

They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of 

the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, let me 

give you some lunch, for God's sake." After a few 

bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about. 

"Ouch," I say, "did you see that grape leaf 

skeletonizer?" Then they're talking about 

redemption and the chosen few sitting right by 

His side. "Doing what?" I ask. "Just sitting?" I 

am surrounded by burned up zombies. "Let's 

have some lemon chiffon pie I bought yesterday 

at the 3 Dog Bakery." But they want to talk about 

my soul. I'm getting drowsy and see butterflies 

everywhere. "Would you gentlemen like to take a 

nap, I know I would." They stand and back away 

from me, out the door, walking toward my 

neighbors, a black cloud over their heads and 

they see nothing without end. ” 

― James Tate

in memory to James Tate, American poet (Pulitzer Prize 1992), born in Kansas City Missouri on December 7, 1943 (d. 2015)