for Craig

Friend, perhaps it was rude of me
when I stomped on your bed
and dribbled a glass of water
into the upturned cave of your ear.

My point
was that whatever lunatic scheme
God had in mind for us worked
and we are alive again today.

I could not bear to keep the good news outside your door.
Knowing it now, I wish you good rest
unless you happen to be awake.

OM SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI

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About bobjanisdillon

Unitarian Universalist minister, poet, husband, father, three-chord guitar wonder.
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