Happiness Undescribed

by Samuel De Lemos

The lark runs up and down
the cable line.
Up and down singing sweet
melodies all the time.
Like a line dance one sees at a
FortWorth Texas bar.
His rants aren’t reminders
of love gone terribly wrong.
Unlike the cowboys who wallow
in there sorrow constantly.
The bird I see, sings accompanied
by shimmering leaves
and the vastness of cobalt skies,
a happiness that
remains undescribed.