A Spell For Poetry
May all your madnesses grow horns
bite the heads off gingerbreads
dunk your naked butts in a paddling pool
squint your smiling eyes at the sun
turn everyday cake into tractors
fly real fish through a plastic blue sky
hold your teddies close — the brown one and the paler
balance a polar bear on your laptop
& say goodbye with [a grin] an edit
another kind of happiness 