If happiness were ice cream,
it would be raspberry sorbet.
If it were music,
it would be jazz:
Miles Davis or Louis Armstrong.
A photo of Grand Central Station,
snow capped mountains,
a meadow with a river running through it.
If it were a smile, it would me mine.
If it were a voice, it would be yours.
If it were a state of mind,
it would be ours.
