Somewhere Godd Sits
Somewhere Godd sits
On a clump of galaxies
As if they were flowers
In a meadow
He looks across the valley
to see another hillside
Where the photons sparkle
He's crumpled this area
Far too long
This glow of bright petals
Could dim under his weight
In the distance He hears
A flute sing
Perhaps this player
Will write more of these notes
Than Mozart did
Godd is hope
For great composers
On all living planets
He creates the creators
Turning hand-like powers
This way and that
Even He fails perfection
Every so often
So He leaves some music
For his varied populations to discover
That's His generosity
His Wife looks across
The chasm of stars
Knowing She allows His ego
To think it all belongs to Hi
The full number of genders
Is unknown
He'd be surprised at who plays
This flautic melody
And with what orifice
She returns to Her garden
A bit cross she has to fluff
These stars again
On His favorite pillow
Barry G.Wick
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