Blessed with Emerson’s saddle-riding things,
free to feign or fight or formulate argument,
bathed in Pacific pooling tides, I thrive.
Love-rich lives meander doubly-sided by Brownian,
not Elizabeth Barrett or Robert, but Jerry-land jive.
Oyster pearls in my life illuminate the disparity–
between good fortune, good friends, and the global village
surrounding me. A queen bee in an agitated hive.
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