I heard this poem below ("Recipe for Perfect Happiness") recited on the radio today by the late Lawrence Ferlinghetti today, the darling poet of San Francisco, who died recently at 101. (I'm so glad we went to City Lights Bookstore last year to help celebrate his 100th birthday. What interesting people were there to sign his giant BD card!)
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.
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