Poetry for Strangers: Happy

nothing makes me happier
than a blank sheet of paper
this sheet contains all the poems i will write
the arguments i will build

the violinist packed her suitcase for the trip
her concert in lisbon would establish her fame

the king stood on the edge of the volcano
be good be happy he said

i found a tiger cowry
i turned it over in my hand
and stroked its satin sheen
with the tip of my finger

following the bedouin
the diplomat crept into the cave
and discovered nestled in the dirt
like loaves of bread in the baker’s shop window
tenderly carved calcite cobbles
which revealed the whole of
human nature to ourselves across millennia

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