There upon the commode he sat
Deep in thought whilst he
Considered the world about him
How the flowers were blooming
Near the place where he did sit
And all the air nearby smelled of
The good black earth and life
He could see it through the window glass
As he stood and strained to wipe his
Eyes which brimmed with tears
At the beauty of it all
Until finally he flushed
Red with anticipation
Of the day’s prospects
Feeling lighter for the effort.