They call each other `E.' Elvis picks <br />wildflowers near the river and brings <br />them to Emily. She explains half-rhymes to him. <br /> <br />In heaven Emily wears her hair long, sports <br />Levis and western blouses with rhinestones. <br />Elvis is lean again, wears baggy trousers <br /> <br />and T-shirts, a letterman's jacket from Tupelo High. <br />They take long walks and often hold hands. <br />She prefers they remain just friends. Forever. <br /> <br />Emily's poems now contain naugahyde, Cadillacs, <br />Electricity, jets, TV, Little Richard and Richard <br />Nixon. The rock-a-billy rhythm makes her smile. <br /> <br />Elvis likes himself with style. This afternoon <br />he will play guitar and sing 'I Taste A Liquor <br />Never Brewed' to the tune of 'Love Me Tender.' <br /> <br />Emily will clap and harmonize. Alone <br />in their cabins later, they'll listen to the river <br />and nap. They will not think of Amherst <br /> <br />or Las Vegas. They know why God made them <br />roommates. It's because America <br />was their hometown. It's because <br /> <br />God is a thing without <br />feathers. It's because <br />God wears blue suede shoes.<br /><br />Hans Ostrom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emily-dickinson-and-elvis-presley-in-heaven/
