Good News
I found God today. And saints. And spirits.
(There’s no end to what vodka can provide.)
But the best blessing–yes, that too–was
yellow. Or maybe valley or secret.
Or cottonseed. (I have long needed seeds.)
Or buttermilk–a beautiful substance–
or hurricane or replenish. Or touch.
More than half a sonnet (son + net)
littered in among the roadside flowers
longing to be gathered up and savored.
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