WhenLucky (to Bean)


Sometimes in

Life after

All the

Searching and

Hoping and

Chasing and

Wanting we

Discover happiness

In the

Smallest of

Things for

Me it’s

Your dark

Chocolate eyes

And how

You hold

Your fork

Or how

I light

Your cigarettes

Or how

You ask

Me to

Read my

Poems in

Darkness but

Most of

All it’s

How you

Tickle me

With your

Weak wrists

And laughter

When the

Day is

Done we

Rarely remember

All the

Things we

Don’t have

Yet pray

To God

For those

Little things

That mean

So very

Much in

Making our

Lives fresh

And new