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Monday, December 1, 2025

More Revision

Today


Can you spin a cloud onto a stick;

collect sequins of sunlight from a river;

walk the moon’s pathway over the sea?


There are times when happiness might belong

in this list; I thought so today when you cried

and we were not there to put our arms around you.


Happiness seemed very remote just then;

you might as well have tried to fill a jar with blue sky

and I could swear I heard a hollow clank from the universe.