I’ve heard of a birthday ledger
where I can move a few dollars
to make you a little richer
I guess that’s what’s called for

Here in the bee-loud glen,
where our cartwheels kick the sun,
and we with flowers laugh, to remember when
the world was new and all was one —
a giddy churning joy.
But God giggles deeper than the noise,
so nothing’s ever changing —
just Laughter rearranging.

Copyright: AMW