I like chipped coffee mugs
and hounds with silky ears and smiling eyes.
I like clouds,
but only when they take up
about one third of skies.
I like the sun to shine
through cracks and chips and open spaces
so, I can both rejoice and whine
that I am earth’s
and earth is mine.
I like music best
with no words to cage it in.
I like music that prowls and leaps,
and directs her lilting sorcery
not to my brain, but to my heart,
and bones and skin.
But more than any person, place or thing
I like the wind,
the way it messes up the world
and never sins,
and has no shame,
and never smells of guilt,
and plays off key and out of tune
and like a smiling hound of God
has ears of silk.
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