ABC Wednesday, brought to you by the letter “J.”  True story, but didn’t happen until this past Thursday… and then Lex had two days off, so we frolicked in the temperate Madison sunshine.  After the tumult worldwide (and the homegrown union-busting in the US), I thought a little chuckle was in order.    Amy

Just One Morning

Joe, the church secretary,
must journey to NYC to
justify his (jeez, I don’t know,
a dissertation or some such jazz)

Jolly ol’ me jumps in; Joe shows me the job.
Piece of cake – I’d jumped these hoops before
as a journey(wo)man administrative assistant
(or as we joked, Admin Ass).

Day of jamboree:  paper jam,
juggling jangling phones,
jelly-side down sandwich
on the just-laid carpet.

Jupiter’s rings spin round my jugular
(nerves – blood racing, a Jaguar on the 1-90).
Then seasonal allergies
roll jujube junk out my nose

Jehovah is nonetheless pleased:
I jumped and jimmied
despite the jinx and goop –
but I didn’t invoke Jesus’ name once!

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil