This is not an advertisement for happiness.
This is how to shop for joy and deep pleasure.
This is what I see in the grocery store:
a shopper ahead of me stacking food
on the conveyor belt, then pausing
to scan the tabloids beside the chewing gum.
The decorated eyes are looking back at her.
The smooth, tanned bodies welcome her.
Her sighing tells of her satisfaction.
Maybe she will pull out the subscription card
and sign up for eternity.

My own delight was once bound in song birds and daffodils.
Maybe bright feathers now appeal to fashionable lovers.
And do morning flower openings
now bring grace to what was once glitzy?
If so, sign me up too!

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