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Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Happiness

Happy. Happy. Happiness
won't. It can't. It does not hop
out hazel-eyed to greet me
from there, behind a Hornbeam.

Happy. Happy. Happiest,
it's not, to hide. It will not
hide its slippery, crimson
cheeks, beneath a skipping stone.

Happy. Happy. Happy thoughts
it can't keep. Sunlight yellow
grins, it gives them. They are not
bundled in petunia buds.

But, I'll chase it round. I will
take it and toss it. I will
pluck it and sniff it, and not
finding it, I'll still have it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well, if you can manage this, you are a better man than I am Gunga Din ( except I'm a chick )
Happy New Year Gorgeous!

Signed
Pellegrina