Puppies and kittens, tumble and play

Little bellies, tiny paws, day after day

Butterflies float, in leisure

Paths, they soar and glide.

Books of all kinds, vines on the shelves

In the crevices, the corners - breathes

That they take to keep the Shelves alive

They smell of freesia, roses, and honey

Suckle, bees suckling on pollen,

No fear of a sting anywhere.

If you walk down the path, a little

Ways down, there is a local shop

Where you can buy chocolate, gummies

And booze of every kind. Is paradise not

The absence of need, every.single.one fulfilled?

What do you need retail therapy for, they say?

“Because I’m

Rich and I finally can.”

Everyone rides a bike, rolling down

Memory lanes and up their boulevards.

Not a creature or plant grows without

Your hands. assisting, touching

Lifting them up. We are all essential.

Rotating schedules, so every gets a turn

To serve the others only once a year.

Hot bubble baths and wagyu steaks

for dinner - fresh sushi, fried chicken,

And Roasted duck. Quail eggs, turkey bacon

Pork sausage, and cheesecake pancakes

For breakfast. What about budgets, they say?

“Because I’m

Rich and I finally can.”

Family lives next door, therapy is mandatory.

Kindness is Law, stop it with the toxicity

Already it is time to sit down together. To break

Bread and generational curses. This world

Is incapable of existing without the love and respect of the past, good or bad. All hatred is outlawed

I am at peace with my history, accepting of

The present, enthused for the future.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much,” they say?

“Because I’m

Rich and I finally can.”