Happy Birthday Mister Sisyphus
working genius nacre spurts–art poem or song,
chasing glitter’s wet iridescence, sieving fingers through
cadenzas again and again, grooming grains of cogitation,
rocking chair oyster seeding its wag, puffing spumas
of lamb, the sommelier of burgeoning pearl
the assessment of yearly loads
Venus aloft on muscle’s green water
you’re upright again
~ Lady