Taxonomy of Joy

Shall I spin a taxonomy of joy
Each shiver of anticipation
The bracing fear before the leap
Golden paths on far horizons
Quiet nights by simple fires
Racing, running dancing free
Crash of near-miss thunder
Among the dark-forest'd trees
Or shall I simply tell her yes
It was also good for me

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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2006