Here's "No More Sad"

I don’t need
no more sad
life is miraculous
and short—
too full and too empty—
I don’t need
No more sad.

The silhouette of Satan’s face
long-nosed, pensive
in the bright sun’s shadow—
He don’t need
no more sad, neither—
He done made
his bed, in hell,
wherever.

And that grad student
pluggin in her laptop
suckin all her frap up
tappin into coffee house juice--
She don’t need
no more sad
neither.

Her frim-fram latte floats a silhouette—
a crane at sunset?
a dagger drippin blood?
a dead sister’s cigarette?
She don’t need
no more sad, never.

Yellow gleaming fireplug,
mound of snow,
cars passin slow
on main street,
Lunchers walkin fast
to strains of Johnny Cash
in bitin cold—
They don’t need
no more sad, neither.

(St. Anthony, Abbot day, 2007; copyright Hal Sears)