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I searched the sky
Reflected in the casket handle for a cloud
Shaped like happiness
Happiness knows each song I request
Like a prayer.
Happiness knows bad jokes.
I've told the stories of happiness
To strangers in first person;
It plays with the scar
And watched for a response.
Thus, I'll pile these sheets of paper
To watch happily
The funeral of a sunshine colour
Less of a bruise...
Grief that permits us to ring this red gouge in The earth
I can remember tides,
Bows of festival presents,
The last strands of hair,
Wind on my cheek
That night, each cigarette for two years;
I can't yet
Remember enough.
Finally closed and mercifully
Empty of fear;
I miss you dead old happyness.
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Unsteady Treads
