(FOR LEVA RASMUSSEN ON HER BIRTHDAY)
Since it’s your day
The day hallowed vagitamus said his say
Of acquiescence, you screeched a faint but gruff lisping
That initiated you into this world of time and fading
Realities, where you have to that tide of fortune find;
It’s God’s own temporal place for mankind.
Take these lines of love and immorality;
It endures and waxes till eternity.
Since it’s your day
The day you made no delay
But broke free from that natural encasement men
Call womb, to the trail of high achievers join-then
Like an oak tree, shed your acorns of kindness
on human; for it brings with it sufficient plentiness.
Take therefore, the poet’s offer that is at all-times new
It defies time and space; yes even in God’s view.
