<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div><span></span></div><div>Happiness<div><br></div><div><p class="" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 24px; ">Our ancestors in the earth are not<br class="">Ashamed of us. The strong smell<br class="">Of dirt, the delirious rabbits, the<br class="">Clocks are all disappearing. A</p><p class="" style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 24px; ">Prehistoric gift acquires the smell<br class="">Of salt. I grasp onto winter’s tail. <br class="">Some water plants are lying around.<br class="">Smell & taste, I have had good</p><p class="" style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 24px; ">Luck in love. The slippery roads,<br class="">The capricious numbers on a blazing<br class="">Road, meet me at the forest’s edge<br class="">Where we can go with our legs</p><p class="" style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 24px; ">Lopped off, strangers to the clean<br class="">Teeth and tongue of outward happiness.<br class=""> </p><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Noelle Kocot</div></div></div></body></html>