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



  1. 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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