A boat on an ocean,
something a Japanese might like.
It could build.
Serenity with complementry peril.
Because you long for me,
I’ll never sell you short.
Tomorow will be a happy day.
What a sendoff we’ll give it.
I know it’s easy to think
this is just a small part
of a dolorouus story,
but to think so
is a dog-brained istake.
Take hold, lover.
Do whatver comes to you.
It will be serene and bright.
Little if anything will ever
break up this happy time.
The Red Wheelbarrow Poets 