Beauty is Imperfection

Worries are hidden in mattresses

Like dollars and nickels

And relief comes from a clear ear

Suddenly unbanked of its wax

Remember who took me by the hand

Rumi stopped me and said:

Stop as you look at this carnival

Half of it is just your body

And the tricks it’s playing on you

And the carnival had so many colors

Red, green, blue

So many colors