A dream daughter’s “Yes”./
Your son’s request brings flooding:/
You weep tears of joy.
OR
When your dream daughter/
says yes to your son, you can’t /
help but cry for joy.
A dream daughter’s “Yes”./
Your son’s request brings flooding:/
You weep tears of joy.
OR
When your dream daughter/
says yes to your son, you can’t /
help but cry for joy.
What’s worse than ragtops/
in Seattle? Having a/
bad mem’ry in rain.
In being told to /
clean up the cheesed kitchen, I/
am, myself, cheesed off.
Mere mortals we are/
not. What if we treat each one/
we meet as a great?
Every Father’s Day/
there’s one message missing. This/
year, it’s not his child’s.
In Dutch town they run/
out of fresh buttermilk on /
Saturday mornings.
The audacity/
of daily poetry has/
overtaken me.
Tomorrow’s parade/
holds amazing potential./
Why then do I fear?