A Song Called Happiness

asthmatic lungs push air between the untrained larynx

Happi–

a thick-tongued hiss between thin lips

ness

arrhythmic inhalation and ventilation

is a lot like

ribs rattling through exhalation

sorrow

a guttural groan gurgles up

let it be

waning into a whisper

you can’t make it come

sound slips

or go

away

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Unseen

without fades
man-made trails snake through man-made parks as I follow the sound of water
within renews
cigarette buds sprout between decaying eucalyptus leaves and pine needles
that which is seen
rain pregnant river courses beneath the hardwood bridge and I shiver
temporary
nameless birds cry in the canopy as mice dart through blackberry thorns
that which is not
kneeling before the abandoned tunnel dripping I drop the bouquet
eternal