Ode to Happiness
At dusk
a round wooden table
two empty chairs three
six empty chairs
four
alone leant back watching clouds
being fleeced shapes against a light
blue sky
of ever changing hues
against a tropical sky
shaded by shrubs like Merwin’s
garden
where he meditates
on infinity
where privacy rules
behind a thicket hiding a wooden
fence
a clearing in a mist of mythic
making
where makers of metaphor make
magic
another robin singing at
twilight
his best song kept for dawn as
sunlight fades
in love again waking
when a first bird sings before
dawn
feeling young again supple
after many years of sloth
looking for clarity in fading
light
while dark shapes move in the
mist
Dick Russell
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