My baby spotted a miracle,
Over the kitchen window.
'Twas the creaky rocker
Of the all-knowing Goddess.
We left the thawing chicken on the counter,
Scooted across the little tiles,
And broke into the safe sun;
Warm melted-cheese nachos of kindness.
Break happy wind, happy man!
Break happy wind and do not break my face!
Where this lake's edge meets me,
So I am the happy angler
With spittle-clean hands
And oily hair sweating.
We left the thawing chicken on the counter
Scooted across the little tiles
And broke into the safe sun.
What was shining
was more than echoes
of previous articulation
of previous understanding.
