January: Year-day 14

          
                                               
                                          
January: Year-day 14
                                                       
Happiness?  Sort of an Eden within,
you could say.  A place without clothes or tools
or shelters or weapons or "dis-ease".  Myth in
its glory, like a country of wise fools.
Hmmm!  Almost makes me feel I'm there!  Perhaps
I am!  The monarchs hid in Mexico
are; not the coral, though, reefing whitecaps,
the starfish on them.  Happiness?  Blue snow.
                                                     
Remember--remember only good times,
exploring their crevices, their soft heights;
and dream those dreams that make you smile inside
as a poet does when he tees his rhymes
to zero them for vicarious sights
he rarely governs, hoping/ they abide.
                                                       
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