because there hasn't been poetry for a while
Happy End
Charles Simic
And then they pressed the melon
And heard it crack
And then they ate enough to burst
And then the bird sung oh so sweetly
While they sat scratching without malice
Good I said for just then
The cripples started dancing on the table
That night I met a kind of angel
Do you have a match she said
As I was unzipping her dress
Already there were plenty of them
Who had ascended to the ceiling
Lovers they were called and they held
Roses between their teeth while the Spring
Went on outside the wide open windows
And even the stick used in childbeating
Blossomed by the little crooked road
My hunch told me to follow