Happiness is. . .
Happiness is finding neat rocks.
Happiness is when my mom is home.
Happiness is knowing that you have all your homework.
Happiness is when you don’t have any homework.
Happiness is summertime.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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