The twoth of November rises up pink and delicate
now smiling brightly warm upon me, me you see
because it must only be for me, all me, hoping praying
for a nice gentle day to ease me from this angst
this poorly wrought sense of ill fortune
me the possessor of a home, a house, a family all
safe and sound, two dogs, two black walnut trees,
et cetera et cetera et cetera & etc.
Lucky old ridiculous old silly old me.
