In My Next Life I Will Be

The next life will see me as a skyscraper Thirty seven stories tall With shiny clean windows Overlooking Kansas City Which had never had one before… I will overlook my fantastic fountains Admiring multi-colored people pointing up at me Loving their astounded faces I will be painted orange yellow, like twilight. In the Crossroads district For it is the one that would accept me. There will only be one messy window. It will be on the ground floor With lots and lots of color exuding from it And a red window box with happy hot pink geraniums People will get closer and peek in, wondering what is going on They will see my granddaughter, Molly, an artist, painting. In the background will be oodles and oodles of color. I puff up in pride thinking of it.