No Rain

It didn't rain today.
I didn't run today.
I took Susan's advice.
What fun is it to run
when there's no chance of rain?

I wrote instead.
I'm on page one hundred
thirty-six, only
fourteen hundred thirty
to go, plus amendments
and a conference report.

Sidebars are all the rage,
add pretty graphics,
a hidden joke
and a time-line to
make someone happy,

just one someone happy
one heart to sing
one smile to cheer
and then you will
be happy, too.

"Maybe you're not faking it," says Virginia, "when you play jazz, a little Jimmy Durante sits inside you."

Inka dinka doo.