Tiny Miracle

take a short stroll every day

sometimes across the parking lot to the pharmacy is enough

let this be my epitaph:

the sun is bright today and I feel fine

life’s a broken and haunted masterpiece

I have a primal urge to be genteel

but I’m condemned to having a stomach

does it matter that the white spruce is light green not white?

outer space is completely silent

my mind is swimming in incomplete sentences and facts

chatterbox strategies will work

light verse always gets in the way

a certain irreverence and playfulness

side two of White Light/ White Heat is horrible

side comments get magnified in the footnotes

it’s a tiny miracle, being alive

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