Poem of the Week

An Embarrassment of Riches
July 31, 2008

I carry a walletful of sunshine.
My piggy-bank is stuffed to
overflowing with laughter.

Synonyms and homonyms,
metaphors and puns,
spill from my pockets
like gemstones.

My lips, stained with
the juices of fresh fruit,
smile easily and often.

If I were a better man,
I’d pray. I’d offer thanks
and beg forgiveness.

As I am,
I can only blush
in anticipation of tomorrow.