I’m prone to forgetting all the
Goodness around me on the
Sewer pit days when the shenpa
Has caught me. But there are
Monarch butterflies and sweet
Sailors and other things which
Return I remember
And I’ll catch that
Preserver until I
Spot the metaphorical
Land, something catches my
Eye, like the eye of this
Funny coat rack, given to me
By Tim and Peter on the
Birthday where Frances tricked me
And the London friends surprised
Me and I wasn’t wearing
Yoga pants but a
Very pretty dress.