Maybe the hedges are too close,
maybe the fence sits just below
the edge so that it must follow
the edge of the street where it goes.
Maybe it is as it seems to be.
This empty thought through me
of life’s little known harmonies
that lead me to better parts to see.
Follow the fence I will do first
before I fend to quench my thirst
that empty laugh, thought or curse
jubilant laughter will so submerse.
Congruent is the world fitting free
in images of a humorous scene
that joy of joy’s sincerity brings
and allows orchestras sound sing.
To the following crowd that beckons
watch close as if not to scare them.
Their definition and method questions
their scored amount of affection.
Not is nobler than a man who loves
placing someone else yet above
the flight that sings a pair of doves
that sometimes foolishly we think of.
Forget not the venture while there
raging storms finally meet the fine air
forever I will remain without despair
because my love of life will repair.
