Tuesday, August 28, 2007

There is a little gladness in me

There is a little gladness in me
At small things, routine fare,
Clichés even,
The smell of coffee in my mother's home,
Hot Chocolate. Clothes fragrant and soft from
The washing machine. Ginger tea. See:

The thing is, there is a little gladness in me
At a stolen cigarette in the rain,
A peppery cocktail.
The hint of mint on the lips of a kiss,
New sweaters. The cold and glamour of
An anticipated country. See:

The thing is, there is a little gladness in me
A little mushroom of gratitude
A little truffle of joy
A little feeling of camaraderie
With a wonderful boy. Even my saddest memory
Has lost its old melancholy. See:

The thing is, there is a little gladness in me.

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