
How fortunate am I!
As I traversed mirthful
To and fro
My sagacious hounds
Black Labrador Milly and blue-nosed pit-bull Nahla alongside
At my obedient masterly beck and call
Transversing along the sunny Rockaway Beach oceanic shoreline
My! Oh! My!
What will I find!
Bounding buoyantly above the waves
A school of jet black dolphins!
Merrily bobbing their dorsal fins up and down!
By the bye!
The merry school of dolphins sketching a wonderful mosaic
Juxtaposed against the sunny NYC blue sky-line
I can attest from yonder beach sands
None of the jubilant porpoised ones wore frowns!
After a brief walk and repose
My staunch steadfast pooches and I
Stopped
Savoring the coolest of shadows
On the steps of a quaint old neighborhood church
I felt a lurch?
A hunch!
Nay! A fervent need!
To read!
A sumptuous tome
The Intellectualist’s Gourmet
As I approached the public library
I mused
To thine own self be true!
I softly
Intimately
Innerly queried
Shalt their be a rich set of printed works
Have its presence known
Atop the informational
Educational
Interesting
Sensational!
Newest books arrayed shown literary shelfs up for revue?
Make my day!
Or a bunch of mis-mash
Literary scaliwags!
From the lower end theory
As if narrated by Siri
Well whattaya know!
Este tome should have come adorned with a big red bow!
A fascinatingly new book on science and the gifted poet
Edgar Allan Poe!
I instantly realized in full with my new reading materials in tow
This is the day my fortunes are turning!
Smiling widely!
Convinced of the fruits
Bared wholly
On my epic
Local journey
Having walked out into environment and fresh air
My thoughts at once!
Becoming supernaturally clear
Entering wistfully
Quite blissfully on my new healing path
Savor the blue skies and green grass!
Close down the worry factory with its frightening past!
I hath entered the palliative path
The black hole exit fading
Presently into the past
Onto the future!
As my humble hounds
Millie and Nahla gazed upon me
Beckoning me to run wild with them
Gleefully!
In the glistening green grass