later this morning:
Ezekiel's majestic cedar;
St Paul's 'We walk by faith'.
What am I doing now?
as Mr Coffee makes
his low pertussive grumble.
Miss Marianne Moore,
Brooklyn’s Presbyterian Confucius,
once said: Grudges flower less well
Sometimes I hold
a grudge against myself:
so much distemper,
so many things done amiss.
But I have this reason to be thankful:
a friend eight hundred fifty miles away
who has made and sent me a birthday card
adorned with blue hand-painted morning-glories!