|Build joy||full fool||noise|
|gladness||come singing||Blake’s blacksmith|
|not we our own selfies||we are people||grazing|
|Go through||open doors||with thanksgiving|
|and into each home||in song||with guitars|
|tambourines||and harmonicas||clapping hands|
|ringing hullabaloo||thanks to all||Celebrate|
|descry||each blessing||for this|
|lasting||and this truth||endures|
|to all||to all||to all|
Oh multi-faceted Joe, I like your experimental side. A new way of writing compels a new way of reading, pulling at the fabric, undoing the folds and revealing associations that before were hidden. A poem like loose change or a treasured ring or other charm which fell behind the cushions and was only just found.
“loose change” – be a good title for a book of poems.