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Poem for Happiness

the dead spider rested on my windowsill

using one piece of paper I pushed it

onto another piece of paper

then dropped it accidentally

behind some old paint cans next to the door

the orange tulips you gave me

for a second seemed to be in a mostly nice way

laughing as I bent down

wearing dishwashing gloves a blue

color not found in nature

in order to find the little brown body

that was for primal reasons

horrifying me and stand in the doorway

and hold it out in front of me

to the wind which even if everywhere else

in the city it is calm

rushes down our street

where the yellow Kawasaki is always

parked next to the green bin

I threw the candles we can’t light anymore

into because their wicks are gone

and you cried because

I had thrown out the beautiful candles

the sun turns in a different direction

everything becomes suddenly chrome

and now I am thinking on a hillside

where the wind is blowing very strongly

we will get married

our future a long sunny avenue

we have already walked partway down

or a pink umbrella

or a very loud water feature

in the middle of the city

around it on a concrete ledge

the workers sit next to each other

even though they do not know each other

and read silently together and alone

from Sun BearFind it in the library

Copyright © 2014 Matthew Zapruder
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Matthew Zapruder Poems

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