Sunday, April 14, 2013

Sunday Poem

A blitz of April light!
Trees burst buds
and people seem friendlier.
No one looks like they want to smack me
for acting like an ass clown.
This is a good thing
as I dance while walking up Union Street
doing an ecstatic tap routine
that might be confused with a seizure.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

love it "52"and you!

12:23 PM  

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