Joy stumbling along

Saturday is farmers market day.
Today the day the streets are different, pink cloud
the flow of traffic shifts with people’s fancy.

Today, I fancy joy.
I’m going to wiggle my way into that world
in spite of advertising, moon signs and headlines,
my fears and flounder

your fears and roaring

What’s the story I tell myself?
Today is the day
The world opens
and joy comes rushing in
Round every corner
In every cloud every dried leaf
Every new face old face
fast pace slow pace

it aint all that fancy
it’s just joy stumbling along grinning

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