happy poem

forced, or challenged
to write a happy
poem, you lie down
on the floor and let
the dog lick your
face where you just
ate a chocolate
donut. the dog
is happy, you're
happy. maybe now,
she's happy too
and you can get
back to dipping your
pen into the ink
of angst
and blood, sweat
and tears.
the deep well of
memory as it surges
forward as your
day grows dark.