The last couple of days

They had gardens and they had mornings,

not sticks of burning incense but

stacks of one, both sides of the hat remarkable

enough with the love that

you like to enjoy with your family -- or yell

reflecting and bouncing

off the promiscuous fork as it

finds its tuning as the

derober of the one, of Della

an Easter-size givaba of the gonabye.

 

We are waves upon waves

that cross the double secret turf

gentleness and goodness going, boing, going, boing

going, boing

gone.