a poem of gratitude,
the sun has emerged
after a week of
relentless rain, multi~ugly variegated blacked grayling
on a pseudo-mocking-teasing background of pockmarked puffs of
white, while I endless still instilled, coughing hacking,
meanwhile,
we schedule life where the
precipitous precipitation chances is only less than 20%,
so I am suffused with gratitude
everyday
I awake in our mini-paradiso,
the writing comes so easily,
we, can’t compete with our other business like self,
and just pile
up drafts enough for another year and half
but my chiefest joy is the overflowing inbox
of the delightful crazy concoctions you shed
into my eyes, and gasp, to grasp the pool of
talent among we plebeian poets…
my woman happy beside me, contented by being
on her 4th book in 5 days,
more than suffused, I am
***effused
the blood is further heated by 20 .oz of
Blue Mountain highly caffeinated beans,
and she turns and asks:
why am I emanating, emitting
sunshine inside the house so bright,
she says, pass my sunglasses!
because my brain is cluttered by
words of pleasuring and not a word of mine,
just a justification for all of those who commit
the writing act, the action of filling my soil
with extra large green grapes juicy with
happy tears…