Hapier

sometimes i get so happy
i look at papers
i stare at windows
i dip my fingers in warm buckets of water
i make puddles of these warm reams of hope
i even climb on top of trees and find my sparrow

listen to the cat meow a little more loudly than i normally do
and then it lingers deep inside my memories
gladdened
by the hope
that hapier still live inside me.

with a missing p

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