“Devil hates happy”
The elder said to me and a group of
Of pilgrims I had known before the world
Had a very very very bad cough.
And those words struck me then
As I sat, listening him recount wisdom,
This time, stroking my wife’s hand,
That tender bit of sweetness unknown to me
In the before times.
And I squeezed it with sheer gladness
Pulsing her reciprocally playful fingers
In mine.
For fea...