Monday, January 30, 2012

No complaints

I kvetch plenty—
except when you
ask me to; then
looking for blue,
I find cyan.

Kalamazoo
ain't Calcutta.
Work is a zoo;
lunch is butter.
I can't complain.

It's a subtle
shift, grouch unease
mumblemutter
to unframed peace.
Om babaloo.

So ask me please,
at times, to grouse.

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