A Poem for Linda

Linda from Arizona 'gets' me. I don't know how or why that is the case, but I always feel she understands, plus she remembers details that sometimes I forget about myself. Her support and presence is a gift I very much appreciate. So when she told me it was time to write a happy poem, that's what I've done.

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Untitled for the Time Being
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If I were to write a happy poem
Who I wonder would wish to comb
Through my words and find themselves
Dancing with me like little elves?
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Is determination all I need
To fill nourish and sometimes feed
The ghosts that prey upon my feet
Scaring me with tales complete
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Of mean and nasty lima beans,
Friends who don’t do what they mean?
Those who play at giving thanks
Without a thought to broken banks?
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I have good accounts with full deposits
No miserable skeletons in my own closets.
So why the need to understand
When someone chooses not to land
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In territory real and true
Why not turn the other shoe
And kick your heels toward better times
Where loving folks wait in the vines?
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Where there is play and micron pens
No blemishes there from start to end.
You have enough, god knows you do
So now just look at what is true.
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Bless the rest,
Pass the test.
Look beyond
A sad wrong song.
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It had the words but lacked the tune
It’s time to wander elsewhere soon
Move on to where life is rich
And there’s no room for witch or bitch!
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Okay, Linda, I wrote the words
That sing and have no silly turds.
I hope I’ve carved this poem just right
So life becomes a sweet delight.