I Will Read Just One More Poem

Melodic truth resonates from this one That one is dour, and dank A jazziness parades out of the next one I should stop reading but I can’t Because reading poetry is the highlight Of my otherwise dreary, ugly, cheap day. One more, I promise myself. But I read ten more. Two make me laugh, One brings me nearly to tears. I would have cried but the author Added a note that it was not real. I do not like it when they do that. I am in a great mood now. Eating my cookies, parading through poem after poem. I am getting lighter and happier. I turn into a butterfly. Drift out of my heart onto a delicate pink rose. Off with her head! I feel my head rolling. Mississippi, Kentucky, Iowa, Nebraska. I am traveling the states now. But even they cannot bring me back to this realm. I am in floating into the trees now.