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smiling’s my favorite  

You are the bread and the knife, 

The crystal goblet and the wine… 

-Jacques Crickillon 
You are the bread and the knife, 

the crystal goblet and the wine. 

You are the dew on the morning grass 

and the burning wheel of the sun. 

You are the white apron of the baker, 

and the marsh birds suddenly in flight. 
However, you are not the wind in the orchard, 

the plums on the counter, 

or the house of cards. 

And you are certainly not the pine-scented air. 

There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air. 
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge, 

maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,

but you are not even close 

to being the field of cornflowers at dusk. 
And a quick look in the mirror will show 

that you are neither the boots in the corner 

nor the boat asleep in its boathouse. 
It might interest you to know, 

speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world, 

that I am the sound of rain on the roof. 
I also happen to be the shooting star, 

the evening paper blowing down an alley 

and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table. 
I am also the moon in the trees 

and the blind woman’s tea cup. 

But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife. 

You are still the bread and the knife. 

You will always be the bread and the knife, 

not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.


Litany by Billy Collins

They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful, well,

      today I feel euphorian,

Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetite of a Vic-


Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,

Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckle any


This is my euphorian day,

I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.

I will tame me a caribou

And bedeck it with marabou.

I will pen me my memoirs.

Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was!

I wasn’t much of a hand for the boudoirs,

I was generally to be found where the food was.

Does anybody want any flotsam?

I’ve gotsam.

Does anybody want any jetsam?

I can getsam.

I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer,

I can speak Portuguese like a Berlitzer.

I can don or doff my shoes without tying or untying the laces be-

      cause I am wearing moccasins,

And I practically know the difference between serums and anti-


Kind people, don’t think me purse-proud, don’t set me down as


I’m just a little euphorious.

No Doctors Today, Thank You by Ogden Nash


When we die

maybe we all come rushing 

together with joy

with pieces of each other 

we’ve had all along,

exchanging treasures,

so happy to see each other, 
to find ourselves 

why do we wait?


Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

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