My perfect world never gets colder than
wearing a light sweater will handle.
The sun is warm, not scorching, and it only rains at night.
My perfect world is very green with
generous dollops of flowers and fruit trees.
Cats and dogs don’t scratch or bite – just wag and purr.
My perfect world is home to people who smile
a lot and always have time to play scrabble.
Poets and musicians are admired and stay for free.
And I don’t know if my perfect world is Heaven or
a high end seniors’ home, but Canada’s
the closest to it that I’ve found so far.