Today...I wishing yous a hateful solar daytime of ordinary miracles
A fresh pot of java yous didn't brand yourself.
An unexpected telephone phone band from an onetime friend.
Green stoplights on your agency to endure or shop.
I wishing yous a hateful solar daytime of piffling things to rejoice in...
The fastest work at the grocery store.
A adept sing along vocal on the radio.
Your keys correct where yous look.
A rainbow ahead of you.
I wishing yous a hateful solar daytime of happiness too perfection,
little bite-size pieces of perfection
that hand yous the funny feeling
that the Lord is grin on you,
holding yous too thence gently because
you are individual exceptional too rare.