Day 21: Triolet # 1

I am late off the mark today but what a glorious day it was.  Spring cleaning, walking down the high line with treasured friends, ice cream and potato chips, need I say more.  I wrote this poem a few days ago in the style of a triolet, a classic seventh century form first popularized by a French benedictine monk.  How to live, how to be like god, how to create...