This morning before eight
I both Offended and
Apologized to my dog and
Went thru' (at Least!) three
Different degrees of
Heaven and Earth and the
And all sorts of gold
Hues you would expect to find
Over some Port in the
Persian Gulf, some hostile overlooking
The Pyrenees---
No, but it is here
And with all those
Terribly poetic dappled shadows,
That brings one more
Degree of Heaven (or is it Earth…perhaps
It matters almost as much as
And voices and all
That clicking of dogs and
I only Wrote this in the
First place because
Hearing your voice the first
Thing in the morning amidst
The raucous blue jays and
Silent Other Things
Is about all the
Happiness I can take, and believe me,
That is a lot.