| Build joy | full fool | noise |
| sweet | glands | sing |
| 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 |
| good | mercy | ever |
| lasting | and this truth | endures |
| to all | to all | to all |
The Coming of the Toads 
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.
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“loose change” – be a good title for a book of poems.
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