# 479.1
After Emily Dickinson, “Because I could not stop for Death – “
Because I would not stop for Death –
One day she kidnapped me –
A Ferrari held the two of us
And lyric poet E.
We straightened curves – no time to waste
But I took time to pray
My modest books – my little frigates –
Would sail for me someday.
We zoomed past parks where Poets strove
Like boxers – in a Ring –
We blasted by Hope’s Feathers School,
Passed seasons up to Spring.
Or maybe – seasons passed by us –
The bone-dry heat was cruel –
E’s slants suggested that I strip –
But I maintained my cool.
We passed a House – its grassy roof
Close to the a Burying Ground –
Its ornate door with pulsing words
Like embers said – To Ground –
Since through that door, we’ve traveled far –
E hints at a Surprise –
So I surmise the red Ferrari
Speeds us to Paradise
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