Jily 16, 2015 pleaase excuse the date typo and all other typos this is my poem to you

  when you find yourself unhappy with the circumstance of your life

a little thing maybe, even

like a rockabilly band playing loudly in the park whilst you write 

     a poem fmf. a poem, m for godsakes!! from scratch

   just rrealize that this, whatever this loud thing is

   that disrupts yioour experience is,

it is part of your experience, so you should just accept it

      the end. fondly, emily a.