joy

Joy
is always worth
the price of a reserved ticket

Whether smuggled in
out of turn,
it is not for me to say

nothing else about it matters.

I trust Laughter
& an easy affection for the sacred
which is in our Power,
even at this Distance,
to make out

. . . . . . . .

The OED word of the day for the erasure poem | commentary is 'reserved.' This collage was done today at Bauhaus Coffee with my fellow Seattle Urban Sketchers, always a treat.