Tony Hoagland's 'How It Adds Up'
Happiness, Joe says, is a wild red flower
plucked from a river of lava
and held aloft on a tightrope
strung between two scrawny trees
above a canyon
in a manic-depressive windstorm.Don't drop it, Don't drop it, Don't drop it–,
And when you do, you will keep looking for it
everywhere, for years,
while right behind you,
the footprints you are leavingwill look like notes
of a crazy song.
July 4th, 2010 at 6:01 PM
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