all the foul-smelling wind that waifs across the Han
couldn't dull the joy of two small birds
answering each other's calls.
the litter by the wash-off trough that wasn't there yesterday
may still be there tomorrow
but i won't notice it with too much disgust;
a few assholes are sufficient to bring shit flies lilting
onto the beauty of a million roses without noses.
the blessings i've been served -
Simone and Amanda sharing love on graduations,
Ariel and Renna finding their kindred spirits -
and Leona, mighty and deliniated,
sweeping rose petals fore and beyond my path
without a hint of foul odor from her scooter,
dispersing crowds in the path
and joggers who jog behind, not in my face
preserves the grace of this wonderous place
with runners on base before the grand slam!
12-7-13
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