There is plenitude on your screen porch
Where the doves from Mexico sit
As the wind chimes deep intone
The smile of your Buddha
Where the doves from Mexico sit
As the wind chimes deep intone
The smile of your Buddha
The tweet of small birds in your yard
While you are away tuning your car
Bubbles of Buddha effervesce
From my champagne
As the smell of your terriers
From my champagne
As the smell of your terriers
And the fly buzzing from screen to screen
And the yap yap of your rusty ceiling fan
Make me laugh
Make me laugh
You and your porch are
Pure plum happiness.
Jack-- Sept. 2009
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