A Story Too Rich

If I were rIch I’d live just here, and enjoy the bliss of “no bills to fear “ we’d toast our crumpets by the fire and watch the rooks play on the distant church spire: and ajacent… I’d build a trust house for the poor and broke, placing signs in the garden saying… “PLEASE DON’T SMOKE! Around the perimeter… a barb wire fence, to keep out preachers and those who are tense…and in the middle, a barbecue for Kobi steaks, and a garden for poets who write about “Missouri Breaks” If your'e with me there's no need to move, honey-baby sugar, we're in the groove! What a house! What a lawn! and Everest out the window…. seen at dawn! 3/11/15